Glad to be within the throng of people once more, Victor was surprised that withing the sea of greens and blues, of calm and faux serenity that the merchants and buyers alike gave off, there was a beacon of red. Someone had turned hostile, and quickly. Curiosity bade him look. But when he was but a few paces from the stand he scoffed at the all too familiar voice. Altamire...one of the many so called 'Barons' of Artoria. He's pick-pokected his stalls many, many times. He took delight from, at times, from hearing the rat adn Veldro curse the thief that they could never catch, or see for that matter.<br/><br/>But the girl was new. It was unusual that he was the one feeling pity for another, normal circumstances would have it that he played the part of the less fortunate one, but this girl...in Altamire's care...Victor shuddered at the thought. He approached carefully, should he be noticed, but the pig was as blind as he was greedy. Ha! And he was the 'blindman!' Once the girl was out of Altamire's wrath and attention, another vender stealing him away, Victor crouched in fron of the poor child "Hello, there, haven't seen you around before"