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FOR A WHILE THERE HAD BEEN TOLERANCE BUILDING UP, that meant Piet trusted Rhys enough for tasks bigger than being the delivery person for the easier tasks that needed doing. The younger man had a knack about going through society unnoticed that could be put to better use. And so the plan was hatched with Rhys being the surprising last part of it. It was easy to spot him, the only person wearing only a cloak that caught more attention that Piet would have liked. Annoyed already, the drink held in his hand is finished with one swift motion before steps go to the scantily dressed man.  “I thought I gave you enough money to cover a costume or are you purposefully trying to have eyes on you throughout the night?”

In similar fashion to Kavika, this would have been a song that resonated with him and became a timeless classic that he would have kept in rotation should it have been available.

I'm a long way from the one that I loved I've been tending old flames, lamenting what was Drifting in a land time forgot If you think that I've changed, you know me not I belong bodily to the earth I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first I been unraveling since my birth Gonna wander out there and see what I'm worth

She had been practicing her aim off to the side, attempting to not call too much attention to herself given the fact that most of the gentlemen were avoiding her like the plague. It was frustrating, considering her condition wasn't an awful one. Yes she had trouble being in places that were far too crowded, but she'd learned to manage it. As such there were worse things that one could have. She sighed as she decided to take a break and maybe head back towards the booths and grab a treat, or even some ice cream. She looked for a particular set of foliage to hide her quiver and bow, but she found herself almost running into the path of an arrow. Her heart practically leapt out of her chest as she looked in the direction of where the arrow came from, "Excuse me, I'd work on my aim if I were you" she called out, glad she'd been missed.

“Watch where you walk!” comes out of his mouth in angered annoyance feeling someone shove past him. Someone who was clearly not in the same category as he. In the past there would be a respect for those of the working class but as a rich merchant he knew there was a way to act when something like this happened and it was never favourable.