Ruffians had been sprouting up all over the place. Scoundrels, who would take advantage of the broken state the world was in; further sending a decaying civilization further into shambles. Royal blue eyes had been watching them from across the street for a while now. A safe distance between him, and one of the newly formed gangs that had sprouted up in Nikeah recently.
Sabin’s reason for being here? Celes. She, somehow, managed to find him, and as a fellow returner, there was no way the monk would dare miss out on returning the world to normal, and sticking it to Kefka for once and for all.
A pear is risen to his lips; teeth sink into the skin of the fruit, as eyes squint. It would seem one of the ruffians he’d been on the look out for had spotted him. With a glance to the side, he noticed there was not anyone else around him. However, he couldn’t help but notice a long haired, well-clad man standing aside the scoundrel.
His facial features were just the same as his— as Edgars. There was no disguise in the world that could had hid that family resemblance, and there was almost no doubt in Sabins mind that he was staring at his brother. A feeling of relief falls over him, at first. Some how, Sabin knew that Edgar was not dead. A bond as strong as theirs — a family bond between twin brothers — ran deep within Sabins very bones.
That hand drops the fruit he’d been snacking on, while Celes went on in search of supplies for furthering their journey, and a step forward cannot help but be taken forward. Whispered words cannot help but slip passed lips, as he watches his twin, who clearly had seen him, walk along with the pack of men he’d been with.
"Brother.." a pause, as lips form into a semi-smile. "I knew you we’re alive.."
Sabin's presence in Nikeah posed a threat that the King simply could not afford. Naturally, he was relieved to see his dear sibling in one piece... But of all people, his own twin would not be so easily fooled by Edgar's change of appearance. The two had grown up together, after all - he would surely be able to point out his elder brother's distinguishing features and mannerisms with incredible ease.
Still, the man had things to accomplish here. The very fate of the castle - his own home - hinged upon him maintaining his new identity. This group of bandits would never willingly aid the King that had imprisoned them, and if he were to be found out then he would surely never find a way to resurface Figaro Castle.
This left him with one of two choices: to lose his men, or to lose Sabin.
The latter, however, was terribly stubborn. Surely the monk would not let his brother slip from his sights so easily, particularly not after yet another period of separation between the two.
That meant that he'd be better off losing his men - and quickly.
Giving the mouthiest lad of the group a hard shove towards the many merchant stalls dotted around the town, he piped up. "Since you're so keen to get us all locked up, you can all go and fetch the supplies we need for our trip. I'm not babysitting you lot any longer; so you can distract yourselves from doing anything too stupid before we shove off."
It was all too easy to feign annoyance in such a stressful scenario, and so Edgar turned on his heels as he made off for the Inn. If his brother wanted to pursue him, he'd at least want to be physically comfortable and rested in a situation that would otherwise be a fairly awkward one.