"Fine weapons, fine weapons indeed" Fabien nodded at the weapons on the table next to his. The market town was busy and full of life as people walked back, looking at the different goods laid out on the wagons, tables, shops before them. He had never held a weapon in his hands before his father had always kept him away from that sort of thing. He knew how to use an axe, a bow for hunting but the swords in front of him were a complete mystery. As a boy, he had dreamt of own such a weapon, holding it, wearing armor, fighting for something he truly believed in.<br/><br/>He could remember the loud growl he got from his father "In war boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes." The man had always told him that a time will come for Fabien to choose his own path. "I hope you have enough sense to look past it and see what it truly means. When your destiny finds you, boy, I hope you run from it"<br/><br/>One day he had witnessed, a death by a sword like the ones he was looking at now and that foolish boy had grown up. Now, he liked the man's stories more than the weapons themselves, talking while selling his own goods. All Fabien knew was the farm and coming every once in a while to the market to sell some goods. His tables were rich in all different kinds of things from wool, wooden trinkets that he had carved, vegetables of all sorts and much more. This year had been good to them and instead of taking it easy for once his father wanted to push forth and get more land, more animals, more jobs to do.<br/><br/>"Now boy are you thinking of stealing from me?" He heard his father's voice as he looked over at the man gripping a young lads wrist. His father peered down to the young boy's scared face "You want to earn this? You want to earn food in your stomach boy?" Instead of hitting the child, calling the guard, his father always seemed to offer out chances for people to prove themselves, especially in the worst kinds of situations.<br/><br/>"I'm going for a walk before it gets dark I'm sure you'll be fine with your new help" Fabien spoke to his father and earned nothing but a growl in return as he was studying his the boy before him. Fabien wouldn't be surprised if he brings the boy back to the farm, to be a new hand. He left his father as he felt like stretching his legs, seeing a bit of the city, different lives and different sorts of people.<br/><br/>He always liked being able to come to market and he hadn't been allowed for the last few years as he was needed on the farm. He wasn't sure why now, he looked forward as a drunk seemed to almost knock over a lady.  He saw something fall from her hand, he hurried up and picked the delicate beautiful piece of jewelry up and rushed after to return it to its owner. The piece was beautiful, he wondered what it meant to the woman he was trying to chase down, she was fast.<br/><br/>He followed her into an inn that he never noticed before. In the back of his mind, he registered a few differences about this in, how it felt, the people inside it but he paid no mind to it. "Excuse me you dropped this Lady" He spoke, holding the piece out towards her, wondering if she heard him or not.