Patiently the murderer waited for potential pursuers to satiate his odd desire, leaning against a wall in the alley with his basket on the ground next to him. Someone finally caught up to him, though it certainly wasn't the people he expected to be pursuing him. The man by the stall with his grand tales, armed with a crossbow and mace, Ogedai raised an eyebrow as the man demanded he halt.

"I'm in no rush, friend." He quipped as he crossed his arms over his chest with his striking gaze fixed on the man. "I hope you plan on loading that crossbow first before trying to shoot me." He continued, finally pushing himself off the wall and calmly closing the distance between him and the man. "I wouldn't worry too much about what happened back there, if I were you. If you knew what went on beneath the surface of this great city, you would do the same as me."

He stopped a few meters from the man with his arms resting by his sides. His broad sleeves masked his hands wrapping around a pair of throwing knives as he continued to glare at the man with a calm smile hidden behind his mask. "Seeing as you are here, though. I have a proposition I would like to extend. That story of yours intrigued me, I would very much like to get my hands on some fine craftsmanship..." He paused as shouting echoed in the distance, followed by metallic footfalls as guards closed in on their position.

"Otherwise, we could just finish up, I get rid of a witness, and I go on with my life." A pursuit was one thing, but a fight interrupted by the city guards wouldn't be ideal by any means. His grip tightened on his knives as he faced the man, waiting for a reaction as the soldiers drew closer.