“Eh, he’s selling something.”
“We were needlessly shocked.”
Weed has gained infamy and recived the murderer mark and Morata´s soldiers gathered around to keep an eye on him. Swords were drawn, but they were surprised to see Weed, and although the serious situation had been averted, the usual distinctive noisy atmosphere of the square was now replaced with silence.
“Excuse me.” A nearby merchant emerged from the crowd and bravely approached Weed, who sat in front of the portal together with Rover in the middle of the square.
“Yes.”
“Is it true that you are the real Weed from CoM?”
“In the flesh.”
He was not familiar with Weed. However, another merchant spoke up.
“Sounds like he’s not.”
“No, you say?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me all about it, murderer.”