idealeidole
Quiet is he as he stands in solitude amongst the corner street, arms crossed over elegant coat as he pays mind to each passing citizen. To many, perhaps he might seem a random pedestrian that stands idle for no apparent reason. Ah, but it is merely the search of information that keeps both feet firmly placed where they are, gathering what intellect he is able within each sector before moving to the next; the fifth, currently, proves to be most exemplary in what he is able to discern, if not in contest with the cultural section itself.
Eyes scan the crowded streets before falling upon a petite lady, garbed in fine apparel that any could presume as royal bearing. It is not her wardrobe that is cause for his attention, however, instead the blatant handfuls of confections in what seems containers meant for people to serve themselves so they may pay before leaving, something which this woman seems to so innocently not comprehend. Perhaps it was best he offer words of clarification that it was not for mere sample before she found herself in more trouble than need be.
❝ I know not the laws of this city, nor do I have any means to claim otherwise, yet I do not believe that such is the reason behind the containers remaining accessible. ❞
