Nivek paused and looked toward the crowd, placing his new arrows in his quiver.  Since most of his shots were at targets, he preferred sturdier arrows that he could use again and again.  He wondered what the attraction was.  Small towns like this barely had major entertainers.<br/><br/>He patted his coin pouch and tightened the strings.  Crowds meant pickpockets, after all.  Nivek was far from wealthy, his last contest win was some time ago, and accompanying the caravan here had barely done more than pay the cost of his accommodations and food.  He heard the nearby discussion, but chose to ignore it.  Easy gold...merchants.  Sounded like errand work.  Nivek was better than that.<br/><br/>He moved closer to the mob, wanting to know what had even the guards' attention.