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Stepping forth from the boat, foot stepping onto the wooden planks of the pier, he glanced at the large city and continued into the market. "Hmm?" He responds to the man aproaching him, quickly realising that it's just a stranger asking a simple question. "Business, dear stranger" He responds before giving him a warm smile. "Perhaps some simple mercenary work" He stepped forth towards the man awaiting a response.

Stepping forth into the market, foot stepping into the wet mud, eyes glancing around spotting the man whos called by greet. "Simply business, dear stranger." A hasty remark was made, as the man dubbed his head down in reverence. "Simply business... One of mercantile calling to fit for a venture." Krištin repeated, before clarifying what he meant, stepping nearer and awaiting the merchants reply.