To the half-lings mild luck, three of the four wound up meeting with each other and seemed to be heading to the local inn. The last didn't pay attention to the commotion, or didn't seem to notice it. Not wanting to lose a prospective employee, he quickly made up the distance between the two of them and got his attention.<br/><br/>"Excuse me sir," He said between breaths, running in a crowd of people was difficult enough without being 3 feet tall. "Might I have a moment of your time, you seem to be hard pressed for some rest from the look of your face. I may be able to remedy that for a small favor. If you are interested please come with me to the Red Baron inn and we can discuss the proposal." The small man awaited the reply, almost certain with himself it would be in his favor.<br/><br/>Elsewhere, another figure was making his way towards the inn, unknowingly in the path of one very large bull. To others this man seemed very foreign. His clothing seemed familiar to some that they assumed he was from Winranier. Which country however was unknown as unlike those from that peaceful land, he wore weapons at his side. At his current pace it would not take him long to notice the commotion ahead.<br/><br/>Of said commotion, the people began to take a wide berth of the bull, seeing that her temper matched her bulls imposing size. Though some grinned towards her as well, thankful for someone brave enough to speak their mind on the somewhat unwanted visitor to their town. The Guard patrols stopped around the area just to be sure no fighting broke out on the street, but otherwise took no action.