Merc reeled over the myriad of useless wares that had poured off of the overturned cart, not paying much mind to the man wiping what looked like thick, congealed blood of<span style="font-style: italic">gods knew what</span>off of his tunic. Still hanging on the corner of the cart was a necklace, a rabbit's foot capped with a silver amulet rabbit head and strung in silver chain. After examining it a moment, Mercutio held it up so the vendor could see. "And what manner of good fortune will this bring me?"<br/><br/>The vendor looked up, but did not cease in his attempts to wipe the curdled blood off of himself. "That there is a rabbit's foot. It will bring you luck and prosperity in everything you do."<br/><br/>Merc turned the foot around between his forefinger and thumb, giving it a resigned hum and putting it around his neck. "I'll be taking this, then. I could always use a little prosperity."<br/><br/>The vendor abruptly rose from his place on the ground. "You're not going to pay for that then?"<br/><br/>"Obviously not."<br/><br/>"Then I guess you're not going to pay for the dragon shit that you stepped in, either."<br/><br/>After Mercutio had liberated the man's shoes from off of his feet, he straightened out his shirt and jerkin and took great strides to where he found Halam at the junction of an alleyway.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"..you mongrels look like you know your way around. Tell me of a shortcut to this temple of yours."</span><br/><br/>They waited patiently for a moment, but it seemed as though the runts were focused entirely on him. "Well?" he asked impatiently. After a moment, he let out an exaggerated sigh and jerked his chin in the direction of the boy Halam had been addressing in particular. "You there, child. We need to know the quickest way from point A to point B, and we'd preferably rather know now."<br/><br/>The kid shook his head like he was shaking himself out of a trance. He pointed back down the alley. "That first left up there. If you keep following that straight, you'll reach the temple gates."<br/><br/>"Gates? There's gates?"<br/><br/>The boy looked back at him suspiciously. "Yes. What did you say you were going to do at the temple?"<br/><br/>Merc shoved through the line of kids, clapping the boy on the shoulder. "We didn't. Thanks for the information, lad."