"Move," was his only reply, his silver eyes set upon the young girl, though distant as if he gazed through her. He knew exactly what she was the moment he saw her, for her kind were known to all his kin. If she wanted to talk to him, it could only mean trouble, and Bayek needed no more trouble in his life. His road was already filled with monsters and prejudice. The last thing he needed was another reason for people to hate him.<br/><br/>“I’ve no interest in whatever it is you’re selling, peddling, or requesting.” Bayek pushed through the girl, their shoulders colliding firmly in the process. It wasn’t enough to hurt anyone, but strong enough to make his point very clear. Already the crowd’s murmuring was growing in volume, which meant that their trust in him in their town was diminishing. That meant it would be harder to find work.<br/><br/>From somewhere in the crowd came a rock, sailing over the girl and impacting Bayek on his back. Though the stone was the size of a man’s fist, he barely gave any indication that he’d felt it at all. One might have assumed that he was simply ignoring them, until the thrower’s voice sounded from the masses. “Get out, dragon filth!”<br/><br/>A second stone came sailing in, but not at Bayek. The nameless girl stood in its path, and might have been hit if it weren’t for the flash of steel that pulverized the stone before it could land. It was a lightning fast move, and the only indication as to where it had come from was the half-dragon as he sheathed his sword once again.<br/><br/>No objects were thrown after that. No one dared.