As he weaved through the people, some stopping to talk with others while some walked at a faster pace than he, bumping into the slower patrons of the market without a word of apology. Many things end up getting lost in a place of this size; pleasantries, money, people… and lives. The latter being the reason Weston found himself in the district.
He was contracted to hunt down a man who was wanted dead for pick-pocketing the village elder in the small village he lived in.
There weren’t many laws in the smaller village, but one of the major ones was no stealing of any kind and when a law was broken, action was taken to make an example out of the person in question. It turned out that this was this person’s third time that he had stolen from the elder and for that, he was to be hunted down and killed, what happened afterwards didn’t affect or matter to anyone. They knew the laws and what could happen if things such as these persisted.
By now though, the man had been slain and left to bleed out in a back alley, hidden by the shadows.
“Royce will be happy to know that I’ve dealt with the thief…” Weston thought to himself while wiping his hands on his pants upon exiting the alley.
“The carriage! The royal carriage is back!” he heard someone yell out which was followed by frantic clamoring as well as hectic movement from all involved. They almost seemed to push each other out of the way just to be as close as they could to the carriage carrying their royal family.
“The prince rides with the driver?” he noticed, sticking to his position instead of rushing like a lemming just for a glimpse of the occupants.
As it rolled by, a few of the younger peasants ran after it childishly, squealing out in happiness as if it were some sort of game.
“Being awestruck over the royal family is something I don’t partake in… I feel already too close to their air of superiority…” he spoke aloud to himself while beginning to walk off.
On the way out of the market, he noticed a paper lightly blowing in the window as it was tacked onto a post. It looked like a bounty of some sort and that was enough to garner his attention. He also noticed that someone else had already taken note and was signing the sheet. It looked to be a dark elf, he didn’t expect to see an elf signing a bounty signup sheet.
As he reached the sheet, he nodded to the elf without a word before signing his own name just below the elf’s name.
“Joshua Hawke…” he thought after signing his name, obviously that was the elf’s name.
He’d have to remember that…