Far from the upper echelons of Radasanthian society, the market still boasted a prevalence of wealthy merchants and priceless wares. Baked goods plied their savory scents across the promenade, and the still warm stew of Coronian hare and vegetables attracted midday shoppers toward the restaurant quarter. Gold changed hands as men and women alike bustled through the dense commerce.
Tobias lingered toward the fringes of the crowd. His dark clothes kept most features obscured, though many wary eyes took note of him when he sidled past. His proclivity toward secrecy evoked feelings of suspicion in most, but hiding his face ultimately helped to keep his movements hidden. "Scuse me," he muttered as he knocked chests with another man of unimpressive height.
"Hey, watch it!" Auburn hair flipped wildly as the scowling face turned toward Tobias. "You should watch where you're going," the man sneered. He grabbed Tobias by the wrist and jerked the mercenary toward him.
"You're in my way." The flat statement sounded raw and spiked with irritation as a glint of gold glistened from beneath his hood. Each finger of the Witch Hunter's left hand flexed in turn, his chest rising and falling steadily. Tobias fought the urge to lose his temper.
It was a losing battle.
With an indignant growl, the youth flared. "What was that? A wise guy, are you?" He grasped tighter on Tobias' wrist and clenched his fist. When the warrior made no move to defend or attempt escape, the younger man grit his teeth. "You ought to apologize," the boy hissed. "You're making me angry."
He let fly a punch that caught Tobias in the jaw. "There!" he let out a cry of appreciation for his sucked punch. "How was that! Still feel cocky?" The youth grinned triumphantly as he cocked back for a second strike.
Numbness beset Tobias as the impact came and went. In years past, blows like this seemed commonplace. Thugs in the mercenary camps loved to brawl, and they hit much harder than this youth. After everything, Tobias felt little from glancing blows. His body never moved in response to the strike, but his eyes shifted toward the assailant. "Feel better?" he asked softly.
"Why, you...!" The boy did not hesitate with the second punch, this one level with the veteran's nose.
No impact came. The crowd stopped originally when the young man started screaming about Tobias' manners, and now a regular circle of bodies fenced them in. Onlookers stared with awe etched into their expressions. The fist remained extended, quaking from effort inches from Tobias' face.
"You're in my way," he repeated. The hot, acrid stench of piss wafted across his nostrils, and Tobias grimaced. "Now get the fuck out of here. You reek."
Stunned, the boy staggered back as Tobias released him. "I won't..." he began dumbly, then his face twisted with hatred. "I won't forget this!"
"Forget it." Tobias glared at the boy with dark severity in his eyes. A chorus of gasps rippled through the crowd as the mercenary slowly turned to leave. "I have more than enough blood on my hands. A green kid like you doesn't have to die. Heed me, and get the fuck out of here. I never want to see your face again."
For a moment, he recalled the brash indignation of Vincent Cain. He saw that in this boy, though far less refined. His jaw clenched and the veins in his neck pulsated. His fingers brushed over the grip of his gun, but he relented. No, he reminded himself. Just let it go. The image of Vincent fleeted away, but the thoughts remained.
Tobias turned from the scene and broke through the barricade to take his leave. With a single motion, he drew the pipe from his clothes and stoked it. "I wonder how he's doing," Tobias muttered quietly as he filled his lungs with toxic air.
His gaze moved quietly across the blacksmithing stalls, his intended destination now within sight. Warm sunlight bathed the streets as the crowd dispersed to their daily routine, and laughter broke out anew. Tobias let his lips twist into a smile as he laid out his gold on the counter.
"Good day," he began, "here's what I need. Sword, high grade metal. What have you got for me?"