A hooded, mysterious figure stands in the corner of the market square, quietly observing the plethora of creatures walking, scuttling, and creeping about. His lower face can just be made out, but beyond that, the red, tattered cloth of his oddly plain cloak conceals all else. The careful and meticulous movement of his head is the only thing keeping him from being confused with a statue. His rather plain appearance seems to be effective and allowing him to "blend into the background", so to speak. All this is rather noticeable for those with a trained eye, but the man isn't all that worried about it.<br/><br/>Aneron, deciding that he had seen enough, quickly turns away from the busy marketplace and skulks into a back alley, as inconspicuous as possible.<br/><br/>"No need to draw unwanted attention, I suppose." He thinks to himself.