Heir of the New Founding

Going for a quick morning walk outside the walls usually doesn't end with armed sentries locking down the entire perimeter.

“Hero (whispering): Seriously? A full lockdown on market day? Come on, I just need to get back to my room.”

A couple of close calls and an undignified crawl under a poultry wagon later, I finally slipped past the gates and into Bramble's General Goods.

“Guard: Lock the front doors. Brass mirrors out—we scan everybody. Hero: Seriously? I literally just stepped through the door.”