Tiemo's got to get these documents across town so they can be stamped by the appropriate officials. He's going to have to cut through the market square to save time. He hopes that flint-knapper won't be there today; whenever he has to pass by his little booth he gets a strange feeling -- one that's completely inappropriate for a clerk of the Imperial Court...

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This is a piece drawn by  Bruka a while ago that I'd completely forgotten to post.