Roberto
*Sometime during the middle of the day, a teeny ship would land directly outside the city. This, of course, is ranoas ship. He had been out from twilight town sight seeing worlds. Though, of course, he had never actually landed in anywhere- He's only been to la cite des cloches before this. Though, agrabah looked cool from the outside looking in.*

*Nevertheless, he's now stepping out of his ship to be met with a harsh wind. He has a struggle bat slung over his shoulder, as always, and his newly found judge blade in some kind of magical storage. In other words, he found out how to summon it. Just for emergencies.*

*So, he walks through the gate, passing by the bazaar, eyes filled with wonder at the new structures he had never seen before. The cultural difference is wild.*

*So, wandering down the streets of agrabah, passing by shopkeepers, citzens, homeless people and the ilk, ranoa eventually finds an open area with nobody around. Perfect. This is a pretty good place to practice some ideas for techniques, no?*

*And as he prepares to start attacking the air, he spots something- a bunch of large, red, pots. Surely, nobody would mind a little bit of property damage?*

So, Ranoa, being the ignorant guy he is, picks up one of the pots, before taking a few steps back. He raises his struggle bat, before letting out a flurry of hits- Using ```Ars Arcanum``` on it, loud cracking being heard before its finally destroyed. He seems pretty proud of himself for properly using the technique.

Ranoa, breaker of pots, is born. In his defense, he doesnt think anyone owns them. Doesnt really help with legal matters to say "I didnt know", though.
Peter
"Hey, hey! What are you doing!"

*A small man with a comically large turban runs out of a nearby building. His angry expression contrasts sharply with the entrepreneurial twinkle in his eye.*

"Those aren't free! You break it, you buy it!"

*His shrill voice attracts the attention of a guard, who walks into view and watches the situation from afar.*
Roberto
He jumps a little in shock, before swiftly turning his body, and his head, to look down at the peddler. A look of suprise falls over the teens face as he listens to the man talk, his struggle bat being slung back over his shoulder.

*"Ah."* Yeah, he realizes the error of his ways. Breaking someone elses property.

*"So they're yours? I thought they were just junk."* Well, thats an accidental insult.
Peter
"Junk?!! No, no, no! You're not swindling me! 5,000 Munny! Give it up!"
Roberto
He tilts his head at the peddler, before retorting.
"5,000?" A pause, as he thinks to speak, then continuing. "They're really worth 5,000? How about 500? That would be more accurate."
Peter
*The Guard shakes his armor, letting the clattering sound fill the area.*

*The Peddler sneers.* "I'm afraid you're in no position to negotiate. That's 6,000, now. My time is valuable, you know! Every minute I spend with you is a minute I could spend on a less destructive customer!"
Roberto
He crosses his arms thoughtfully, nodding. "I think i understand now. You're a businessman, and i broke some property, right?" He then nods again, before taking a step torwards the peddler, "Sure, ill pay y-"
He then cuts the sentence off, before making a quick dash torwards one of the many pathways that lead into a different part of the city. Cue the escape music.