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Klaas has really been keeping a low profile. Not because he'd done anything wrong, but because it just didn't feel right to do anything stupid to cause a ruckus.

That was boring though. Today the half-masked Oban man was looking around the settlement, biting down on his lip as he tried to figure out how to liven up the place in a way that wasn't going to cause any damage. It wasn't a proper village by any means, more of a hastily put together area, so damaging property would be really bad.

With his dreads piled high on his head, he wandered around, hands behind his back, weaving in and out of what people there were in the areas that that were becoming roads, alleys, pathways. Just mapping, taking in people and what they were doing. Of course he got a few glances, there weren't that many masked Obans running around, but at least he didn't look like he was about to steal anything. Especially since his coin purse was tied to his waist.

At least, he had thought so.

Now a stall owner who looked like they were selling home made crafts suddenly got in his face about something.

"Why are you always around? Every time you come here, something is missing! Get out of here or I'll--"

"Whoa, whoa! I don't steal!" Klaas set his jaw and crossed his arms over his chest. "What kind of man do I look like?"

"A masked thief, that's what!" The old Oban man replied, jabbing a thin, knobby finger in Klaas' chest.

Klaas bristled and just stopped himself short of getting in the man's face. "I just got here, old man! I live near here, that's why I'm here all the time. I don't --"

"You came around yesterday and I have a pair of ear cuffs missing! Those look like them on your ears!"

"Are you kiddin- I have had these!" He pointed to his ear, frowning. "You sell beaded things! Not silver!"

"You callin' me a liar!?"

"If the shoe fits!"

That's when Klaas' face was struck with something. He didn't know what, but it didn't hurt. It was just more of the insult that hurt his pride. So, Klaas did what he did best. He spit at the man's face and jogged away while the man was in disbelief.

Maybe it was time to move on. He was getting the same treatment here.

He had moved so abruptly that he didn't even notice the girl in front of him. It made him run right smack into her, tripping him up a bit and he immediately stumbled backward.

"Woah!" He said, hands going out to the girl's shoulders to keep her from toppling over. Klaas wasn't a heavy built man, but he was definitely no slouch. He was solid, at least. "Sorry, sorry." Klaas was inwardly cringing at himself. He sounded so snappy. It wasn't at her, but she wouldn't know that, and there was no point in explaining it, in all honest.

The old man that had slapped Klaas just watched him bump into this girl. "Check your pockets!" He croaked out, voice cracking from the effort.

Klaas then pulled his hands off of her shoulders like he'd been burned and actually let out a hiss of frustration. "I'm not stealing! I swear. I'm not. He's just being stupid."

He had a feeling he'd be dealing with guards today if there were any.

The old man just rolled his eyes at the interference and went around to the other side of his stall, muttering the entire time. He couldn't find an answer to the questions, so he would rather feel vindicated by just walking away in annoyance.

Klaas growled a little before looking back to the girl he'd bumped into. He'd have left, but he really did want to make sure she was alright.

So he waited until the old man was out of sight and finally spoke again.

"Hey. Thank you for that. I swear I could be buying something, and someone would say something about my mask." It was like no one had ever seen a guy go around in a half mask. Klaas was in the palest colors! He would make a piss poor thief, honestly. Imagine. He might be able to talk to people, but he stuck out line a sore thumb.