Larian blinked, trading a cautious glance with Jiles. It was awfully early for that sort of thing, wasn't it?
"We should probably see if we can help," Jiles said, his tone becoming grim, the way it did before a fight.
He and Larian pushed their way through the growing crowd, earning themselves several angry looks. Most of the looks mellowed when the people giving them saw their uniforms, Larian was gratified to see. Except for one man, a short but solid-looking fellow with a bushy black beard and grey eyes. When Larian brushed past him, he turned with a scowl. Then he saw Larian and Jiles - really Jiles - and his scowl turned into a snarl.
"You!" the man growled and he reached out and grabbed Jiles by the lapels of his tunic. Jiles' eyes widened in surprised shock as he found hims
