Chapter 2: Kings Landing

The following morning, William awoke just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Thankfully he had always been an early riser, otherwise it would have been very unfortunate. He already paid for his passage on the caravan, and he didn't expect they would come find him.

If he missed it, that was on him. Climbing down from the hay loft he slept in, he walked towards the edge of town where the wagons were already loaded and ready to go.

"I guess ya made it after all. Whatever, brat!! Get on the fifth wagon from the front!!" A gruff deep voice said, not sounding at all happy that he bothered to show up. He watched the man turn away, dismissing him like he was nothing to go talk with some of the caravan's workers.

Will didn't like him. He had to bullshit his way onto the caravan, and even wrote a letter describing his passage to King's Landing. He had signed the letter, "Tywin Lannister" to ensure that no one would try anything, but the Caravan master didn't even bat an eye.

Either he knew it was a lie or he didn't care about Tywin, which could have been a possibility. He knew Tywin was no longer Hand of the King at this point, but everyone in the realm should still know who he was.

Didn't mean people were going to go out of their way to appease a man who wasn't even here though. His plan was not to be fucked with, and if he somehow made the man's life a little difficult down the road, all the better. Tywin could drop dead for all he cared, the angered old fuck!!

Walking down the line of carriages, Will stopped when he saw a group of armored knights a short distance away swinging swords at each other. They moved kind of slowly compared to what he expected, but they were also wearing large slabs of metal on their bodies.

Continuing on, he kept looking back towards the knights, which is how he mistakenly walked past the fifth and fourth Carriages, and climbed into the third. Although if he was paying even the slightest bit of attention to the carriage, he would have realized it was far more decorated than the others.

Climbing through the door of the carriage, William came face to face with four pairs of eyes, three of which came from people much taller than himself, while he was surprisingly taller than the fourth.

One, a very beautiful woman who looked like she was in her early to mid twenties, although she did look kind of sickly, and obviously pregnant with a baby bump. Next to her was a little girl who was almost a spitting image of the woman, no doubt her daughter.

The third guy shared many similar features to the woman, making William think they were related. He was a pretty boy, dressed in gold robes, but no way would Will think the man weak. The studious gaze directed towards him, the small hand movements towards a dagger, and the fact he got into a position which to most people would just look like he was trying to get comfortable, but if William was in his position, he would have moved to the same spot, as if provided the best place to attack him from.

The final pair of eyes belonged to a giant hulk of an old man in plate armor, his most notable feature was obviously the wicked mutton chop sideburns.

The woman looked at him with puzzled eyes, while the child looked at him with curiosity. Pretty boy had a smile on his face, but the eyes told of mistrust and wonder. The old man with mutton chop sideburns on the other hand looked as though he was going to kill him with his eyes.

The woman and child were sitting on a bed-like sofa, no doubt to keep the woman comfortable on the ride, with her brother or cousin, whatever he was, was sitting next to her, the small girl no longer in his lap, but instead between himself and the woman.

The man in plate armor was sitting on a padded seat next to the door, which was big enough for two, and Will figured that was probably where he was supposed to sit.

"Well, hello there!" He said in greeting, then sat down in the only seat next to the man with mutton chop sideburns, feeling a little bit awkward given the situation, but figured he may as well make the best of it considering he would be riding in this thing for a few days with these people. At first he tried to keep to himself, but despite that he realized all three of them were still staring at him.

Looking across the carriage to the woman and her child sitting side by side, he gave a pleasant smile, then turned to stare at the man who sat between them, acting as though a shield. He smiled at him, but Pretty boy didn't seem to buy his innocent look, so he turned to the last guy who was almost triple his size.

"Fee Fie Foe Fum, don't eat me you big gorilla!!" He wasn't really scared of the humongous giant, but he didn't feel safe sitting next to him. The man even seemed to let out a low grumble at his words, which prompted him to slide as far away from him as he could.

"If you're looking for something to eat, he's got more meat on his bones than I do!" Will said, pointing to the pretty boy, his eyes never leaving mutton chops.

"You are a strange boy." The beautiful woman said, then let out a soft angelic laugh. She had a bit of an accent, but he had no idea where it was from. She didn't sound like any of the people from Storm's End he'd talked to, so she clearly wasn't from here.

Leaning closer to mutton chops he whispered, "Take notes!!" Then pulled back to his corner before giving the woman his own signature smile.

"Given this cruel world, I'll take that as a compliment! However, I don't think you are one to talk. You are far too beautiful, and your smile has taken my heart already, I feel as though I must pledge my undying love here and now! My faith in the God's is rekindled, for you cannot be anything but an angel sent from above to look over us mortals!"

He laid it on thick, and he did manage to leave the woman voiceless, although not for the reasons he thought. He had forgotten he was still only five years of age, and having a five year old say that to a full grown woman sounded strange at best, and creepy at worst.

Thankfully, the woman took it humorously, and once again the carriage filled with that angelic laughter William was coming to really enjoy.

"How cute!! Who taught you to say that?! Your father or elder brother perhaps?" The woman asked, her accent on full display. Sitting a bit straighter, he replied, "Nope! That was all me!!"

He gave her a winning smile, but then, like something was wrong, he shifted his gaze slightly to the pretty boy and noticed his eyes were filled with more than intrigue. "Excuse me, but might I inquire as to why you keep staring at me?" Will asked the pretty boy, who still had yet to take his eyes off him.

"You don't talk like a boy your age. You are very strange..." Sideburns said plainly, speaking for the pretty boy who had yet to answer, but was still staring intently at Will.

Turning to the man in armor he replied, "And you don't sound too educated for a half giant who looks like he'll keel over at any moment, but could still crush my skull in with his bare hands. Here I am, just an adorable little boy, setting out on his own to make his way in the world and kill-..."

He trailed off, letting silence wash over the carriage. Looking at each person, they all now stared at him with wide eyes, and he realized he had messed up. Why would a little boy be out on his own plotting to kill anything? Rubbing the back of his head, he smiled before adding "You know what, let's forget what I just said. I am strange!"

Once again silence washed over the carriage, and Will wondered if he was going to have to make a dash for it. Thankfully though, the woman started giggling, making him sigh in relief.

"What a funny boy you are!" She said, showing a radiant smile that lit up the carriage, still giggling softly. Taking the moment for what it was, Will said, "I'm hilarious!! And you are very beautiful! I have no doubt your daughter will be a stunning young lady as well!! Such lovely lady's such as yourselves, you make me wonder what you are doing, traveling with Pretty boy here and the old giant?"

She laughed, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Surprisingly, Pretty boy laughed as well, while mutton chops scowled at him.

"She-" Pretty boy tried to speak, but Will cut him off. "How am I supposed to hear her angelic voice again, if you won't let the lady speak?!!" This time it was old mutton chops who laughed with the lady, while the pretty boy smirked, although he remained silent.

He didn't know why, but the little girl didn't really say anything, choosing instead to observe what was happening in the embrace of her mother. Could have been that she was shy, but Will figured she had already been instructed since she could understand people to not speak unless spoken too.

"Thank you for the compliment. As for what I'm doing with these two men, this is my brother, Prince Oberyn Martell, and this man here is Ser Harlan Grandison of the King's guard. They are mine and my daughter, princess Rhaenys Targaryen's escorts while I visited my family in Dorne. As for myself, I am Princess Elia Martell, wife to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Might we have the honor of your name?" The woman, now known as PRINCESS, Will noted, Elia Martell asked.

Looking to Oberyn and then to the big knight, Will shook his head before hanging his head down low, hiding his face with the palms of his hands. "Of course!! You just had to be fucking royalty!! Why would they seat me with you?! I don't want to sit next to royalty!"

Completely ignoring her question, Will was no longer speaking to them, but himself, and he really didn't care that they were right there to hear his complaints.

"Did we do something wrong?" Elia asked Ser Harlan, her smile from before no longer present. "I don't know, My Lady." Ser Harlan answered, his voice so deep it fit perfectly with his giant form. All three of them watched the little boy continue to reprimand and curse himself for a while, until finally he shot to his feet.

Ignoring the two men, he stared at Princess Elia, then bowed his head respectfully. " Please forgive any insult I might have committed against you, My Lady. I meant no offense. Now if you will excuse me, I'd rather walk." Will said, then without waiting to be dismissed, he jumped out of the carriage.

It was true too. He really didn't mean to be a dick, it was just how he was. As for why he chose not to get anywhere near royalty, they were basically overrated politicians, and his history with them wasn't very good. Plus he had no intention of being anyone's errand boy, nor did he wish to watch whatever he said in fear of accidentally insulting someone.

It just wasn't who he was. When he was sure he was powerful enough that no one could stand in his way, then he would let the royals get as close as they wanted, because then he could just kill them if they pushed him too far. Sure these two were different from the ones he was expecting to see, but it didn't matter. Royalty was royalty, and nothing would change that.

Although he was surprised to have met Oberyn so soon in the story, he was completely surprised he met Elia. That was entirely unexpected and not in his plans whatsoever. She was dead in the series, so trying to add her into any of his plans in the future were off the table from the get go.

As he stepped out of the Carriage, Will wondered why there were no guards around the carriage if the crown princess and her child were inside, but that question was thrown away when he got a good look at the carriage he was in, as well as which number it was from the front.

'Oh, fuck!' He thought, realizing he had made a mistake. Deciding he didn't want to ride for now, he began walking ahead of the caravan, making his way down the King's Road all by himself. He knew the caravan would catch up to him sooner or later, and then he would probably find the carriage he was meant to be in. That is, if Oberyn and Elia didn't report him to the master of the Caravan.

Down the road he went, not caring about the people who pointed towards his disappearing figure, wondering what a lord ling was doing wandering off on his own.

It was a good two hours before the caravan caught up with him, and nothing of note had happened thus far. His legs were tired, but he could still go on. Thankfully it appeared he wouldn't need to though, as a rider on horseback came to a stop beside him.

Offering his hand, William accepted and was quickly pulled onto the back of the horse. This was the first time he had ever been on a horse, and he was actually kind of thankful somebody else was doing the steering.

"What's your name?" The man in armor asked, most likely a Targaryen knight, if the sigil he wore was anything to go by. "Will. What's yours?" He answered, then asked the knight's name in return. "Eric of house Alstead. To which house do you belong?" The knight answered, then asked another question of his own.

"Doesn't matter. You wouldn't know them anyway." He answered back, his hands hanging on tight to the knight's saddle, which didn't go unnoticed by Eric. "This is your first time on a horse?" Eric asked, reaching down to pat the neck of his mount.

Studying the interaction of horse and master, Will answered, "Yup! Not quite as bad as I had imagined, but not as great as the rumors' say! Honestly, how do you know it won't suddenly attack you out of nowhere and try to eat you?!"

Eric actually burst out laughing at that, wondering what the little boy was thinking. When he finally calmed down, he answered, "For starters, because I trained him!! He knows who's in charge, and he ain't stupid either. He takes care of me, and I take care of him."

After his explanation, he started laughing again, while muttering about horses rising up to eat him. Eric then went on to tell him about some of the stories he had heard growing up, and some were pretty funny while others could be downright disturbing.

The one where a friend of his had passed out drunk one night, only to be found the next day in the sheep pen was a little too much for him, and he had almost pleaded with Eric to stop talking.

Around mid-day, the caravan stopped for lunch, and so people could relieve themselves. William was thankful his payment for travel also came with meals, so all he had to do was wait, which he was content to do until Eric told him to help brush down and water his horse.

He was going to complain, but then he thought better of it. The horse had carried him on it's back for miles now, and yet it didn't complain, so he felt this was the least he could do. It would also be a good learning exercise on the do's and don'ts for horses.

Regardless of his height, Eric showed him how to saddle and bridle a horse, how to brush it down, how to approach it and so on. "They can smell fear, so you must never show it. If you fall off, you get right back on, otherwise it will have beaten you!" Eric warned, making sure Will understood that the horse was not in charge.

A few of the other knights on horseback saw Will struggling to learn how to take care of a horse, and a few of them threw a few helpful tips his way. A few hours, and many miles later, everyone stopped to camp for the night.

At that time, Will actually volunteered to help take care of many of the animals, much to the amusement of Eric and the other knights. As the evening meal was being served, Will grabbed a bowl of soup and a piece of bread, then went off to sit by the wheel of one of the wagons, although he did make sure that it wasn't a fancy one.

He didn't want to risk running into any royalty, Elia and Oberyn especially. It wasn't because he was worried about them being angered about his earlier mistake with the carriages, they were not the sort of people. Elia especially. She was known very well as a kind and gentle woman, even to people traveling with them on the caravan.

It was a shame she would soon meet a gruesome end. Will could vaguely recall what happened to her in the series, and it wasn't something he wanted to think about. He knew she would die sometime towards the end of Robert's Rebellion, but the when or where exactly were a bit lost to him.

Didn't matter though. Knowing that the Mountain was the one who would do it was pretty much all he needed to know that it would be gruesome. He wouldn't be ready to deal with Robert or Ned Stark, and if he did save her, both of them would hunt him down until they got all possible heirs to the house of Targaryen.

He was so lost in his thoughts about what future knowledge he knew, and what he would change if given the chance that he failed to notice someone approaching from his side.

"I finally found you!" The voice sounded out, far too close to him for comfort, Will actually jumped causing the mouthful of food to go down the wrong pipe, causing a coughing fit.

"*COUGH!!* *COUGH!!* *COUGH!!* What the- *Cough!* Fuck, Oberyn?! Jesus!! Be more sneaky, why don't you!!" He got out, still doing his best not to spill his soup.

The Prince had a good laugh at his expense, nearly doubling himself over. "You should really keep a better watch on your surroundings!" The Dornish prince stated, finally bringing himself back under control.

"What do you want?!" Will asked, not even bothering to look at the Prince, which was considered to be very disrespectful, but he could just play off his ignorance with his age.

"I want many things! A few pretty girls to warm my bed, lots of wine, and I want to know about you. You are smart, that much anyone can see. But how you came to be that smart is unknown. I've asked around about you, and they tell me your name is William. To which house do you hail from, William?" Oberyn asked, taking a moment to lean against the side of the wagon.

Will continued to eat in silence for a few minutes, but when it looked like Oberyn wouldn't leave without an answer he let out a sigh.

"House Castian... Well, it was a house. I'm all that's left of it. I'm not sure where it was even located, because once it went up in flames, everything went black. The next thing I know I'm walking through unfamiliar forests, until I come to an unfamiliar town. I don't know where I'm going, nor what I'll do once I get there. I'm just exploring.``

Oberyn listened to the tale, his curiosity about the boy piqued more than ever. "Does the name Essos sound familiar to you?" He asked, thinking maybe the boy came from across the Narrow Sea.

"No. Everything I know about the lands, cities and rulers I got from Storm's End. But I have no intention to look for a shattered home. I will simply do whatever I wish, and to do that, I need to avoid royalty snooping around me, thinking they can tell me what to do."

After that last part he turned his gaze upwards to stare at Oberyn. "That goes double for nosy Princes." He added, getting another laugh from Oberyn.

"I like you, so as a word of warning, until you are strong enough to take what you want, you will have to bow your head to certain people. You might not have learned it yet, but people in Westeros will demand respect or submission from you, and if you aren't strong enough to face them, they will force you to do it or simply kill you."

Oberyn's words were expected, although he thought it would have been sooner than this. His age would only help him in front of certain people, while others would discard him without a second thought.

Will thought Oberyn would leave after his words, but instead the man just stared at him, a slight smile on his face. "What?" Will asked, glancing back to his food.

"I also want to explore. Want to come with me?" Oberyn asked, thinking it might be fun with this kid. "As tempting as it sounds, and it is quite tempting, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline. I plan to head North. Don't like the heat, you see." He answered, finally showing the smile Oberyn had seen before Will found out he was royalty.

"Ha! Of course you would like the cold!" Oberyn shot back, rustling Will's hair. "Could you not?!!" He shouted, slapping Oberyn's hand away. Oberyn left to go back to his carriage, laughing softly as he did. Watching him go, Will thought about Oberyn's offer to travel with him. Sure he could learn about poisons from the Red Viper, how to use a spear and the like, but then he would miss out on so much.

The Rebellion for starters. He had a plan to take advantage of a few things during the time of the rebellion, and going with Oberyn would ruin it. Brushing the Dornish prince out of his mind, he wolfed down the remainder of his soup and bread, then crawled beneath the cart to sleep.

Hours later, the camp was bathed in darkness. There were a few small fires around, but they didn't emit enough light to be of any use. Will had stayed beneath the wagon with no blankets or other sleeping arrangements, and he stayed warm due to his body releasing large amounts of body heat, most likely a side affect from his fire magic.

As he slept with his arms folded beneath his head and his hands touching the ground, his connection to the earth allowed him to pick up strange movements, not like the sentries on duty. Rather than patrolling, it felt more like people creeping from the trees towards the camp.

With a start, his eyes shot open and he quickly rolled out from beneath the carriage. Cupping his hands to his mouth, he screamed, "ENEMY ATTACK!!! ENEMY ATTACK!!!"

The camp jumped to life, sleeping soldiers arming themselves in seconds, while the people all rallied together in the middle of camp. The soldiers formed a shield wall around everyone, although they made sure Princess Elia and her daughter were in the center.

Oberyn was on the outside of the group with the soldiers, his eyes darting all around him. The soldiers got the people under control, and after they were all prepared, they stilled to hear where the attack was coming from. For minutes there was nothing but silence, and some people wondered if they were actually under attack.

"Who sounded the alarm?!!" Ser Harlan eventually barked after ten minutes of nothing happening. The sentries on duty all looked to each other, none sure who sounded the alarm. Finally the question was answered as Will shouted, "I DID, AND THEY'RE STILL OUT THERE!!"

Upon seeing it was just a kid who sounded the alarms, some people began to shout in annoyance thinking the kid was seeing shadows in the night. However there was one person who believed him, and thankfully he held a great deal of sway over the Caravan.

"SILENCE!! STAY IN FORMATION!!!" Oberyn shouted, halting a few people who wanted to go back to sleep.

With the camp still on guard, Oberyn made his way over to Will. "Don't make me look bad." He whispered, then grabbed a crossbow from a nearby soldier before he lit the tip on fire. "Where are they?" He asked, his Dornish accent more clear than ever in the silent night.

He didn't know how or why, but right now his connection to the earth was at an all time high, and with a hand to the ground he could feel the people out there, staring into the camp as they waited for their opportunity to strike.

He couldn't count them all, but from what he could tell, there were roughly 50-60 people. Raising his hand in the area where the most people were grouped together, he whispered, "Right there!" By his word, Oberyn fired the shot, and not 3 seconds later they could hear the screams of a man.

The screams were a signal, and after that moment, war cries erupted from the tree line as men stormed out in droves. Soldiers fired arrows seemingly at random, but more often then not they found their mark. When the first attackers made it to the shield wall, they were cut down by the superior armed and better trained soldiers.

Without that element of surprise, the bandits were cut down like flies, and before any of them could think of retreating, the soldiers ended their lives. Out of the defenders, only 9 soldiers were wounded, no deaths, and no civilian casualties.

It was a resounding victory, and the soldiers made it known when they shouted out for all the night to hear. Will on the other hand, while everyone was busy celebrating their moment of triumph, he moved as if he was studying the bodies, but in truth he was taking weapons, coin purses, arrows, shields, and some of the better looking boots.

He did take one guy's cloak, but that was simply because it looked like it was made of high quality material. The clothes would stay, otherwise it might draw too much suspicion from the people around him if they saw naked corpses.

By the time the soldiers calmed down, he claimed over 20 coin purses, 6 swords, 5 knives, 2 bows, 3 shields, and three pairs of leather boots. All in all, it wasn't bad for just shouting out a warning. And he was alive! That was very important too!

"Thanks for not making me look like a fool!" Oberyn said, walking over to sit next to him. Even in the darkness Will could tell he was covered in blood, although none of it was his own. "How's your sister and her daughter?" He asked, ignoring his thanks.

"And here I thought you didn't care about us royals?" Oberyn asked, a hint of laughter in in his voice. Will laughed as well, knowing it was indeed strange. One minute he pretty much tells them he doesn't like royalty, while in the next breath he asks if they are unharmed.

"I meant it, you know. Royals are too much like politicians, and I don't have a good history with them. That doesn't mean I would turn my back on someone just because of what they are. That was one thing my family taught me that I still hold true to this day." Will said, surprising himself once again when he realized he meant every word.

Sure he didn't want to be around royals or politicians because of what happened in his past life, but that didn't mean he would make it his goal to kill them all. He knew the only reason the world functioned correctly was because of them, but that still didn't mean he had to like them.

"You speak like an old man, yet you look like a boy. You would have made your family proud. I would have liked to meet them." Oberyn said, making Will actually smile.

"I think you would have gotten along with them, my brother especially. He was a pretty boy like you, always coming to find me even though I didn't want him too. When I was picked on, he was the first person to come to my side, always there to defend me even if I was in the wrong. We both loved our sister, and would have done anything for her... much like how you would yours." Will said, intriguing Oberyn even more.

Here was a boy, no older than 5 or 6 name days, and yet he spoke like an educated man, carried himself like a warrior, and never once minced his words with him, speaking as though they were equals. "If you ever find yourself in Dorne, come find me at the palace." Oberyn said, then letting the invitation hang in the air, he went back to be with his sister.

Once he was alone, Will felt like whatever energy that had been driving him thus far tonight simply faded away, leaving his eyes heavy and his body stiff. He didn't even remember laying down to sleep, just waking up a few hours later to someone nudging him awake with their boot.

"Wake up, Lad!! We're preparing to set out!" Eric said, extending a hand to pull him to his feet. He went to relieve himself, then ate a short breakfast with everyone before he went to work helping the knights with their horses, and even helping to harness the wagons.

He figured if this was going to be the world he lived in from now on, there was no point in not knowing how to do some important things that he might need to know down the road.

Nothing of interest happened on the days to come, nor was their another night attack. It wasn't until late into the afternoon of the sixth day, King's Landing started to come into view. When they got within 3 miles of the walls, Will could already smell the shit in the air.

"What the fuck?!! That's disgusting!!" He said, holding his nose, but it didn't do much good. "You get used to it!" Eric chimed in from beside him. The knight had taken a liking to him, and always made it a point to make sure he was keeping busy and not lagging behind.

"I doubt that!" He said, thinking the knight lost his marbles. Once they got into the city, the Caravan split apart and everyone went their own way. Seeing the opportunity for what it was, he ran into the crowd before anyone could really say otherwise, ditching Eric and Oberyn in one go. He liked them, and they helped him out, but it felt like they were going to try and take him with them, and that wasn't part of his plans.

Making his way through the city, down alleys, William took in the people around him. Many looked irreputable, and he wondered how anyone dared walk down the street for fear of being stabbed in the back.

As he walked, he heard some shouting not too far away. At first he had no intention of bothering with it, but then he heard whoever shouted say something about gold, which sparked the greedy bastard inside that he was, prompting him to move about like he was any other brat towards the source of the noise.

Arriving at a darkly lit ally, he peeked around the corner of the building he was using as a cover, and there he saw them. Four sorry looking bastards wearing disgusting clothes with weapons in hand, standing around a bald overweight man with a long beard and two dead guys in leather armor.

The bald guy was dressed in fine silks, expensive jewelry, and was fat, walking around with only two guards so of course the bandits considered him an easy mark.

"I'll give you the gold, just don't kill me, please!!" The fat man pleaded, much to the amusement of the robbers. 'What an idiot!' Will thought, shaking his head at the fat man. They would obviously kill him. They killed his guards and were going to rob him. If they were stupid enough to let him live, he'd just come back with mercenaries and the like and kill them.

Plus they didn't need his permission to take what was on him, and they would just be fools to think he would leave and come back with more gold to pay them. Although bandits weren't the brightest sort of people, so anything was possible.

The bald guy started pleading for his life once more, but the bandits were tired of hearing him, and the closest guy stepped forward and slit his throat. Just as the guy brought the bloody blade back to him, William acted on a hasty plan that could very well end up failing.

"THE BANDITS ARE THIS WAY, SIRS!! WITH ALL TEN'A YA, THE FOUR OF'EM WILL BE CUT DOWN!!" Will shouted from around the corner as loud as he could. It was a gamble, but it payed off. All four bandits shot out of the alley, and without looking to see where the guards were, they were gone faster than the Flash after getting caught by Superman with Lois Lane.

Seeing the bandits flee, Will ran into the ally, happy to see the gold and jewels were still on the fat man. As fast as he could, he stored all of the items from the fat man and the two dead guards. He had no use for the clothes or jewelry, but it could be sold for a pretty penny.

The profit of their coin purses was also no small amount. The guards themselves had 40 Silver Stags between them, while the fat man had 15 Gold Dragons and 14 Silver Stags. The weapons from the guards would be worth something, as well as their armor, but he had no idea what the value of that was just yet.

As for the clothes, despite the blood stains, they were better than what he saw most people wearing, so he figured he could sell them as well. The boots were something he was the most happy about though. Not the fat man's, his were basically hard-cloth boots, which would be no good in a fight, or if he had to make a run, but the guard's boots were another matter.

They were hard leather, with ankle support and a thin layer of armor near the toes. They didn't look like they were made for the cold, but they were better than anything he had found so far.

Proper footwear was a luxury, one most people would pay to have, or even trade something valuable for. Once he looted the bodies, he made his way out of the ally and away from the area. If the bandits came back, he didn't want to be anywhere near here.

The first thing he needed to do, was find an Inn. He'd rather get that sorted sooner rather than later, cause if people robbed and killed you in broad daylight, he didn't want to know what they would do to you at night.