[Salone]

The crowd of people milling around only served to slow Lev down. He had heard talk of work amongst the mouths around him. Talk of hard labor, talk of other things. Most importantly to him, someone had mentioned that a client was looking for protection. Being paid for what he had been forced in to doing for free was a bit of a novelty, so this opportunity sounded like his best option. After all, it was hard to do manual labor with only one free hand.

Lev tried to move faster through the crowd of people. His chances of finding this particular client seemed rather slim. It was a big town and he was looking for one out of many. The description he had heard wasn't the most telling either. 'Girl in a cloak' is all he had heard. And after looking around, there were many cloaks trying to hide people from the sun. Not to mention trying to tell who was under these cloaks made his task even more difficult. He was better at shooting people, not finding them. Not-

A flash of blood. Cloth. Pristine now stained. Like an expired bandage on a festering wound. Pain, torture. Metal tearing below his flesh, knife separating skin from muscle.

The flashback came as soon as it had went. Lev was left rooted where he stood, gasping for the humid air. A tattered cloak bloody cloak bobbed amongst the drab hues that adorned passerby, signifying the trigger of his episode. As he tried to calm down, a brief chill overtook him. The coolness was welcomed, even if the overall feeling was not.

Steeling himself, Lev began his short pilgrimage towards the cloak. Perhaps he could find one in a city of many after all.