<em>On the street</em><br/><br/>Ceoluulf was right to be weary. He’s barely left the centre of town and was heading towards the southern gate when he heard the sounds of footsteps in front of him as a man, concealed by the shadows of a nearby building, moved to intercept his path.  He had a short, trimmed, dark beard and a wiry frame, though most of the details of his features were obscured behind a dark cloak. “Hello stranger. I don’t s’pose you could spare a few coins this eve, could you?”<br/><br/>Ceol couldn’t be sure if there was sound off to the side. He was sure he heard something, though could it be his mind playing tricks on him. He daren’t risk a glance, lest he take his eyes off the man before him.<br/><br/>[What action do you want to take, Ceol?]