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Marcus arrives in Eto, hot and drenched in sweat, with only the clothes on his back. He was suddenly bereft of the usual tools of his trade. He was hot, hunger and without his alchemical supplies; it was remarkable he survived.
He wanders a crowded street casually despite his apparent fatigue. He was hoping to hopefully supplicate a good good natured soul in these crowed streets for a drink of water. He wasn't dying of thirst, fortunately, but another day deprived of such necessities would leave him in very dire straits.
But unfortunately, he did attract the attentions of some brigands in an alley sparse with healthy and moral bodies. Had he had his wits about him, he would have noticed it was a darker sort of place overshadowed by a small brick crossing over top. He desired shade. He couldn't help himself.
Two surly men, one muscular and tall with a baseline frown on his face and another slightly better dressed man whom was slighter and less tan, spotted the unfortunate and tired soul. The bigger man stopped Marcus with a forceful, open-palmed push just before he made it past the crossing.
The slimmer of the two spoke up first, "Where you going buddy?"
Marcus responded with an exhausted yet desperate raspiness in his voice, "Please sir. I'm hungry, thirsty and have nothing. There is nothing you can rob me of that has any value. Please let me go."
The bigger of the two signals to Marcus's shoes by pointing and the slimmer gent takes it as his cue, "Those look pricey. Clean the sand out of those and you can fetch a fair price. Maybe if you leave those with us, you'll leave you and you'll be on your way?"
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Thought this would be a good way to get thing rolling. :P