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Active [Durban - Otenzian Empire] Crisis by the Oasis

Rev IX

Skull Man from the Shimazu Clan
FantasyCat FantasyCat | Kiyo

Certago
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The sun was slowly rising to its zenith upon Certago. Much to the relief of the workers on the docks, the merchants on the markets, the artists performing on the local amphitheater, and the soldiers doing their routine patrols, clouds masked the relentless sunlight, making it a pleasant day to be outside. A couple of ships had just arrived to the docks, bringing people, food, and a few other wares. Said people dispersed into the town, most of them making a stop in one of the two markets. Making both streets quite crowded. Bustling with business chats, folks promoting their items, and street smart buyers bartering for better deals.

Not everyone was having such a great time, however.

A few buildings from the upper market street, was the infamous Beggars' Den. A small plaza, where the homeless gathered after a long day of begging or even pickpocketing around Certago. Today, a few soldiers were dispatched to keep an eye on the area, as the markets were perfect for thieving and other such activities with more ease.

Coming from the roads that left the city, a couple of soldiers were escorting a carriage to the Beggars' Den. It was shabby, dirty, empty, and its sole passenger was simply mumbling what came across as nonsense to the soldiers. "Lost... Lost... Erika..." the soldiers just looked at the disoriented man for a moment, trying to make out what was he trying to talk about. "Must've gotten too much to drink..." One soldier thought out loud, while the other appeared mildly concerned "What if he's actually sick?" The first soldier replied in an authoritative tone. "Then we'll take him to be checked once the markets settle down" The sympathetic soldier straightened his gaze to the road ahead "Y-Yes, sir."

By the time they ended their chat, they we about to turn away from the market street. The two soldiers looked at the mass of people moving around, stopping for a moment, with the veteran soldier gesturing to the street while glancing sideways to the younger soldier. He was surely not going to risk all that people to the unknown threat of a drunk driver trampling who knows how many of them.
 
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