<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Skrag and Tiktik</span></span><br/><br/>Looking the two of you up and down once more, the guard nods his head in acceptance.<br/><br/>"Very well. We'll see to it that you're registered with the Customs office. Pease follow me through the gates." He says, turning his horse around and setting off at a slow enough pace for the two of you to keep up. The other riders wait for you to follow, then take up positions on either side of you, with a pair bringing up the rear.<br/><br/>As you walk, one of the men to your left looks at you and grins. "Sorry about the hassle. We'd just following orders from the Council. Recent, ah, tensions with the inhabitants of the forest and all. Can't be too careful."<br/><br/>The closest man to your right sighs and shakes his head at his companions explanations.<br/><br/>Soon, you arrive at the gate, and watch as the tremendous doors are pushed outward enough to allow you passage. It closes behind you as you enter, and most of the riders move towards the nearby stables. The leader turns to smile at you.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Bayton, gentlemen." He says, before trotting off, presumably for the Customs office.<br/><br/>Before you, you see part of the city's market district. Farmers and breeders are selling their wares from stalls or simple blankets on the grass. For nearly 100 feet, you can see a bounty of livestock for sale, fruits, vegetables, crafted trinkets, even clothes laid out. After that, a line of trees precedes the closest buildings.<br/><br/>What do you do?