"How dare you come to this establishment! We don't want to get involved with the Rank 1's!" Said the middle aged noblemen pointing his wrinkled finger at me and then continuing the gesture to get out. "Huh? Rank 1's?" Urza completely ignoring the gesture of the middle aged man. 'Seems like the titles have changed since I've been gone' Urza thinks as he continues to grab the equipment laid out on the counter and throwing it over his left shoulder.
Urza heads towards the door with a expression less face giving off a annoyed vibe. "How dare you ignore my father, you insolent 1!" The young nobleman thrusts towards Urza at a slightly faster pace than a regular human with his arms reaching for his long sword attached to his belt. Urza head turns quickly and in a moment the young nobleman is on the ground with multiple cuts on his lower abdomen and over fifty other cuts all over his limbs.
"Who are you!? You're no Rank 1!" the middle aged noblemen shouted as he started to run to his son's disabled body. "Fuck off" Urza said as he stared at the noblemen with his olive green eyes void of any life. The nobleman scared shitless carried his son out of the store the door scolding behind them. A series of gallops could be heard moments after they left as they got on their horse pulled carriage.
Urza turns to the counter and stares at the shop clerk. "You'll stay quiet" Urza demanded the shop clerk, she stutters as she hands him a price of paper "Please, help me!" she says as the piece of paper is thrust to Urza's chest scrunching on impact. "No" Urza pushes he hand from his chest to her flat one. Urza turns and starts to walk towards the door. The young lady collapsed on the floor, knees to the ground she starts crying. Urza rolls his eyes and in a lazily performed turn around he walks toward her and talk the piece of paper out of her closed hands.
"Thank you so much!" She clings to the bottom of his cloak with tears still streaming down her face.