Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK
Hawkins crept quietly through the back alleys near the Merchant’s Square. Ever since getting his arms taken care of by one of the city’s healers, he had been anxious to leave the city again. The waterways had been calling to him again and he was still a wanted man. It wouldn’t do to have escaped, only to be captured again. He pulled his cloak around him a little tighter, hiding his face as best he could from a passing crowd heading into the square. He hadn’t been paying a huge amount of attention, given what he had been through with the carniflower a few days ago, but it seemed as though the announcement was running exceptionally late.
The crowds in the alleys were growing larger as more people got bored waiting for the ceremonies to start, signaling Hawkins it was time to move on before he was discovered by the wrong person. Using his hands to cover the injured parts of his arms as best he could, he started making his way back towards the docks.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for his covering his arms and looking down to cause him to bump into someone, jarring his hands and arms, shooting bolts of pain throughout his body. Flinching heavily and gritting his teeth so as to not cry out, he shoved his way past and walked on at a faster pace, growling at the person to watch where they’re going.