<span style="color: #BF0040">Remmie</span><br/><br/>It was a clear day out. Remmie filed through the crowd, watching the smoke fall from the odd person's lips and shaking his head. Most of what he heard was murmurings of how Exiles would be showing up soon, in the next few days. Many were groaning at the thought; they'd come through the town, expecting food and care, but with nothing to pay in return. The people of Oldin never had any coin to speak of, at least not that was worth anything outside of the Wall. Others, many of the young people, were excited. Maybe they'd meet a charming young man or woman from inside the Wall who could tell them all about it.<br/><br/>Remmie was ambivalent. While the exiles were often more honest at first, the others around him became worse liars.  They would try to sell their wares for more than their worth once any of the new folks had any money. They would be secretive about the ways of things in the hope of cheating those who didn't know any better. It was disgusting.<br/><br/>He took a turn, heading into the marketplace. He rubbed his eyes, and blinked a couple of times before the wall of smoke went away. He could block it out when he so chose, and most of the time it was the more pleasant thing to do. No one likes to be reminded of how often people lie. Besides, salesmen were often the worst. He could always expect to have to block out his "sight" whenever entering a marketplace. He walked along, looking at the different wares as he moved through. The items being sold shifted from apparel to tools, to household items like blankets and baskets, to food.<br/><br/>This was what he'd set out for. Grocery shopping. He browsed around, looking at the different cuts of meat, and what kind of pastries the baker had made that day. He had a basket on his arm for what he took: a loaf of bread, a lemon pastry, a cut of ham wrapped in wax paper, a couple of apples, a bag of potatoes, and a bunch of carrots. It would certainly be enough for dinner with his brother.<br/><br/>Exhaling, he turned away from the baker's stall and started for home. He paused when he saw Greta and Adrian walking together. "Ah. Hello Greta. Adrian." He'd known Greta for sometime-- they'd grown up in the same town, after all. He didn't know Adrian very well, but he knew he was a respectable exile. "How are you this morning?"