Pál Ács had been stall master on the freedom square ever since he left Roklavia in 2374 r.r. He had then, along with wife and kids, taken the opportunity to take his leave when the pirate guild began hiring deck hands in their village. Smuggling the family members onto the ship, he dislodged a longboat once they approximated maruban territory and fled for the mainland with them. Arriving in the capital by autumn, he was lucky enough to be titled market caretaker, upon which he quickly moved up to being the stall master as his predecessor succumbed to Ebon Flu, and as he had a good head for economics. There he had remained since, collecting the tariffs of merchants, keeping the stalls in order, and managing the protection of the goods at night time.
Pál stood in the relative shadow beneath the arch, leaning against a pillar on the square, rolling a thin copper coin in between his fingers. This day looked to be as good as any on the market. The stalls were busy, and almost all were occupied already, despite it being before 11 am. In fact, only a single stall still stood empty, dark and barren just right of the Statue of Valor. Next to it, a kaldarossi man stood gaping enthusiastically at the crowd while attempting to sell clothing of seemingly fine quality.
As he looked westwards he spotted a carriage drawn by a chestnut horse approaching the nearest bridge of the Dunír. Steering the animals were a man who Pál had difficulty making out over the heads of the busy square. However, the horse turned right after the bridge and came towards him. Pál went ahead to meet the figure and as he went, he noticed the queer garments he wore. He had never seen patterns like that in the north before.