The market place is Damian's sanctuary. Away from his highly annoying step siblings. The ones that his step mother insists he call just his siblings. She says its to promote a happy family life. He doesn't believe her. The only time he's happy around his new found family is when he's leaving. Or here, at the tavern, where he can banter with other people and none of them will give away his where abouts.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The thief had spotted the girl's dress. It was much too nice than what the average woman wore. He pulls a knife on her, grinning with ill intent at her. "Now what is such a pretty little thing like you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous for a woman like you?"</span><br/><br/>Damian rolls his eyes. Stupid thug. "She came to meet me, so I suggest you put that pathetic thing away and leave her be."