Ragnar went to the location where he was supposed to meet his new employer, and he knew that his word here would not mean anything more so given the guild that controlled this town with an iron fist but he was told that they should be expecting him and shouldn't give him any problems. Ragnar wasn't so sure, he had never been lucky in that way before and he didn't feel like that was going to change any time soon.
As Ragnar walked through the busy streets, people walked around him but not with as much space as he was used to though the people who did bump into him seemed to be very sorry about it, though how much of that was fear or just politeness was hard for Ragnar to tell. This place was very different from the north and the people very strange.
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