Yervok gently shoved through a group of people near the door and walked in. Instantly the fresh smell of baking bread exploded through him. The room was quite large and had racks of finished product. At the end was a counter And a tanned l man standing there wearing tla white apron behind him was a door and around the edges Yervok saw the light of a furnace seeping through. There were two men arguing to Yervoks left. Or at least Yervok thought they were arguing but one man, a rich dressed man probably an aristocrat was complaining to a man wearing the garmets of the common peasant. Yervok was focused on the rich man so much he didn't notice the grey hooded man with a red sash who stood by the door to the right, in the shadows.
Yervok walked next to the rich man and stood as he heard the rich man complain about how he cannot afford the new addition to his already large home and how on of his five horses had fallen ill. Yervok grabbed the man by the shoulder, "why do you complain about such things? Do you not see? Your friend has little. No doubt he is secretly envious of your riches. And yet you stand and complain about small things. While this man lays silent about his own larger misfortunes." The poor man just looked at Yervok, he knew Yervok was right. Yervok threw the rich man to the floor, "do you not see that you are a glutton around the starving and yet you wish for more. You do not see." Yervok swiftly drew his sabres from within he cloak as the rich man laid there in fright. The poor man was trying to tell Yervok to step off and that he had done enough but Yervok turned a deaf ear to him.
Suddenly behind a stack of bread yerbom saw Greycrow standing there. He shook his head. And Yervok put his blades away, it was clear that showing such random hostility would give away his purpose. Yervok saw as Greycrow disappeared and turned his attention back to the man but a Womans hand yanked Yervok to turn around.
Yervok now stared into the brown eyes of a young woman, "what the fuck are you doing?!" Yervok realized that he caused a scene. Everyone in the bakery had their eyes on him. Yervok looked around then back at the women, "um.. Eh.. He didn't get the right type of bread?" The woman wasn't amused and she yanked him towards the door and dragged him out ,"guards!" she yelled. Yervok brome free and held his hands up, "no no no don't do that, please." The woman glared at him, "and why not?"
Yervok loomed down, "because.." The women just glared at him with her brown eyes. "because," she insisted. Yervok stood up straight, "because that man was a wrong doer he was using that poor man, he was unjust." The women put her hands on her hips, "so you fancied yourself a hero?" Yervok now having a good view d her noticed she was really pretty in his opinion, she had a curvey figure and wore a nice dress, most likely middle class of kereth. "that I do.. By the way my name is Yervok." The women gave him an odd look, "why do you think I would care?" Yervok shrugged, "I just figured since your still here and not calling the guards anymore." The women smiled, she had white teeth, "good point. My name is Fralahae." Yervok gave what to him would be a smile, "nice to meet you, too bad under these circumstances."