It was a typical, warm day in Wistvale. The market square was quite bussy, and hence all the noise going around. Everything seemed normal, everything except for one man.
He was tall, a giant standing at around 6'5. His face covered by a hood, rest of his body hidden in his cloack. He looked rather rich, with almost a noble aura around him. Looking around the crowd, he seemed to be waiting for someone, but as the morning hours passed and the afternoon sun warmed the earth, the man was unmoved by the crowd, like a guardian gargoyle protecting some cathedral.
Yet there was some interest for him. A group of girls, late teens the lot of them, by the jewlery stall. Had they have coin on them, they might've bought something, but that was not the case - One of them maanged to take an amulet, as the others distracted the rightful owner.
Giggling, they made their way away, and out, proud of their catch for the day, yet in their joy they dissmissed the man following them, in grave silence.
(For anyone who wants to happen to be on the stroll. Looking for between 1-3 people ideally for this one :3 )