The branch head of the merchant guild, Moors Plibian had been stationed just outside the gates of the keep for days now.
He was waiting for the opportunity to get in and speak to Lord Rupid about the magical solution that could clean the entire city, and vast troves of his wealth were there in his carriages, and that was just the least of what he was prepared to offer.
He had truly thought that he struck gold, and was determined to stay here until he got in.
The crowd that originally lined up at the gates however no longer existed, first there was that freak attack in the night.
Moors Plibian had been stationed here, and remained unmoving he might have been a little round on the belly and a little stumpy on the arms, but he was an adapt, he didn't have training in the way of combat as most of his time was spent working, but he wouldn't fear some angry mob.
