<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“If you want the tent, then find a board and put in front of the flap,”</span>Maleki said, nodding to Tommen.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Marks you as a traveller, not a merchant… and gives you some sort of alarm.”</span>As Tommen wandered off to find a proper space to set up the tent, Maleki waited without saying anything until he was out of earshot.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “If either of you want to help, you’ll have to shed some blood. Either your own or someone else’s, depending on their mood,” </span>he said to Aleksandra before moving to walk through the bazaar with a bit of a gesture for Aleksandra to follow. His pace was slow, as if he had a genuine interest in the goods that were still on display during the evening. He was casual, but the hood was never lowered and his head tilted twice per stall to observe the surroundings. He didn’t quite say or do much until they were roughly half a dozen stalls into the marketplace.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Whatever you hear or believe to have happened, I do not want you nor will I let you try to dispute it,”</span>Maleki said quietly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“They all know the truth as well as I do. They approved of the plan and trust me implicitly, but they will never forgive me. The citizens who remember that time know nothing about what actually happened and that is how the Ruined Oligarchy is able to keep the place stable.” </span>Maleki exhaled and stopped in front of a jewelry stand, the merchant sitting on the ground was flanked by a pair of archers in mirrored armor. Maleki crouched and looked through what he had on display, hand not daring to move to the jewels without money ready in the other hand.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Hey Armors, who’s the Captain on watch tonight?”</span>Maleki asked.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“Elril Dusklight, and Mathis Dawnlight shall be taking over in the morn,”</span>the guard to the right said without even moving.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Ah, the twins, good,”</span>Maleki said as he smirked slightly and reached for a simple red stained brass chain necklace who’s red staining was unsettlingly familiar to Maleki as something he tried to prevent his blades from collecting, exchanging a couple pieces of gold with the merchant. Maleki stood and nodded, continuing his walk.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“We’ll be getting in a bit earlier than I thought,” </span>Maleki said to Aleksandra, passing over the necklace with no explanation. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">The twins know about the deal, even if they have to hunt me for appearance’s sake.”</span>