Half and Half

It was midday in Ard Carraigh, the sky was clear and the sun was beating down and providing the city with uncommonly seen warmth, within the town center there were many merchants, nobles and even attendants of royalty heading towards one building in droves... The Kaedweni Auction House.

Large amounts of various market stalls had been set up around the area in preparation to receive all of the foreign guests and hoping to get a cut of whatever the Auction house was receiving.

Bards were performing wherever there were space to do so, they simply couldn't resist busking for this many people, making the city livelier from their initially selfish efforts...

Hjalmar "Come on Da', we're gonna miss it if ya don't hurry yourself." he says, urging the older man onwards.

Crach increased the length of his strides in response to his sons words, treating them as a challenge instead of disrespect as most would in his position... He wore padded trousers and a chainmail vest, with some additional jewelry to complete it, the weather didn't allow him to use the formal attire he'd brought, and refused to simply sweat like a dog while attempting to enjoy himself as this event. "Hurry myself eh? You were in such a rush u nary got dressed!" he bites back at Hjalmar who's currently shirtless.

Hjalmar laughs, "Clothes are to hide what's shameful, what's shameful about this?" he brags, moving his pectoral muscles in unison.

Crach sighs, "Shoulda' left you in Skellige and bought yer' sister, at least she woulda' dressed properly!"

Hjalmar shrugs, "I offered, but you said I'd have the whole isle in flames by the time you returned!"

Crach raises a bro at him, "Do you disagree with my accessment?" he asks.

...

Hjalmar doesn't reply and keeps striding through the city, knowing full well a peasant would have a better chance at leading the current Skellige than he would.

Eventually they spot the large building with the sign "Kaedweni Auction House" present on the front.

Hjalmar "Looks like the plac-" he's stopped when a thin man brushes by him, he could barely hear the sound of metal scraping against metal. Without a moments notice Hjalmar spins around and grabs the man's shoulder. "Oi, don't think you can rob me cut-purse." he states.

The thief tries to make a run for it but is firmly locked in place by Hjalmar, without any other option he shouts, "Help! I'm being attacked, someone save me!"

Hjalmar "Return what you stole and I might let you go."

Crach "You're always causing trouble, couldn't you just knock the fool unconscious instead of letting him wail like a new-born babe?"

Hjalmar sighs, feeling his fathers constant criticisms of him weren't really justified...

"Halt! You dare cause trouble in our city foreigners!" a man wearing leather armour interjects with his sword drawn.

Hjalmar "Great, look this coward tri-" he tries to explain the situation but is cut off.

"Take your hands off or face the consequences!" the guard shouts as a circle begins to form around the duo.

...

Crach scratches his beard and sighs, "There's been a misunderstanding." he states, "This thief tried to steal something of ours, once they return it you can do what you wish with them."

The guard gives them a hard look and shakes his head, "I will ask you one last time, let the man go or I'll have to deal justice to the both of you."

Hjalmar grits his teeth, "You're pushing your luck lad, any more and you'll not be able to push anything without assistance." he says with a glare, his hand itching to draw the Zwei-Hander on his back.

The guard goes slightly pale at Hjalmar's words but continues regardless, stepping forwards and trying to grab the thief.

Crach "Son don't-" he tries to intervene but it's already too late...

*CUT!*

In a flash Hjalmar had drawn his blade with one hand and cut down on the guard... Somehow slicing through their blade and continuing to bisect through their body.

*Thump*

The two pieces fall to the floor separately, a moment of silence followed by horrified screams...

Crach "Oh, for fuck sake Hjalmar!" he shouts, feeling that this situation looked incredibly bad for them.

Hjalmar looks down at the thief he's still holding and glares at him, "Return what you stole." he growls, the smell of urine being pungent in the air as the thief pisses themself.

"O-ok! Don't kill me!" he quibbles out while handing a pile of gold coins to Hjalmar, having previously cut his coin purse and dexterously taken them.

"HALT!"

...

Hjalmar sighs, "Again?"

A large group of guards approach the duo, all of them seeming to protect someone... The duo stand near a bisected corpse with Hjalmar still holding his bloody sword, all is definitely not looking well.

Clear and concise footsteps can be heard from behind the steel plate armoured guards, a familiar face appearing before them.

Roche "Huh, I can't say I expected you both to be responsible for this... It isn't surprising though." he says, with crossed arms.

Hjalmar "Ah, Roche is it?... Me and Ermion were both surprised to hear you got promoted, good job mate." he says with a grin, beginning to wipe his blade off with some cloth.

Crach "Aye, we're sorry about... This, but one of your guards attempted to arrest us for catching a thief... You could say he's currently in two minds about it though." he says with a chuckle at the morbid situation.

Roche looks at the man and raises a brow, "All of my men have been outfitted with plate armour, not leather... Seems you've caught an imposter."

...

Hjalmar "A fake? I can't say I've ever seen someone brave or stupid enough to do that before..."

Roche sighs, "The auction has attracted many wealthy and influential people... The rewards for managing to steal from them would tempt any regular man. I'm glad the trouble was only you two though, any other royalty would have raised hell and high water if they'd been pickpocketed."