He slid smoothly through the crowded marketplace, calmly murmuring his apologies to the few people he bumped into. Most were understanding and accommodating, but the peaceful atmosphere didn't last long. Wyn had just happened to bump into a particularly annoyed-looking young man when he suddenly felt the blade of a knife tapping against his neck lightly. Wyn froze, turning his gaze upon the young man holding the knife. Elegant and sophisticated-looking, the man's perfectly trimmed dark brown hair and crystal-clear green eyes seemed completely out of place when compared to the worn grey robes he was wearing. Although not burly, he was not scrawny, and although he wasn't intimidating, he had a righteous aura about him, a sure sign of a son of some wealthy lord going incognito.
