Mr. S sat at a bench in the center of the city with Nikolai, telling him a story of his time in Rome. "Back then, people were much more polite, nowadays it's hard to find culture." He said, grinning as he patted Nikolai on the back. "Your lucky I taught you so well, you're a regular musketeer."<br/><br/>Nikolai hadn't been listening to Mr. S's story, but had noticed a messenger repeatedly pass by them, and stood up from the bench. "I wonder what he's in a such a rush for, we haven't heard any recent news of distress lately, is this one of your doings?" Nikolai asked, cracking his back. "Hmm, let me see, there was that one man, but killing someone worthless wouldn't warrant any attention to us dear boy, now you have my attention." Mr. S said, using his cane to stand up, before watching the messenger leave his sight.<br/><br/>"Shall I trail him sir, I haven't been able to do much since we got to this strange land." Nikolai asked, grabbing his hammer, a bored look in his eyes. "Not yet child, let's wait until it hits the news, we don't need any unwanted attention at the moment. Did I ever tell you about my merchant days in York?" Mr. S said, chuckling as he sat down, while Nikolai sighed.