Duo isn't the only one prowling around the market of course. Xue Yang has a sword strapped to his back, wearing local clothes that are sturdy and have seen action, with the state of the left sleeve. Four mended slashes have damaged the material, and the hand attached to the limb has a half-glove completely covering the smallest finger.

He has a basket hanging off the other arm, full of produce along with a bundle of spices and herbs, and some cloth beside. He's another regular face in town, and people don't seem afraid of him exactly. They just give him a bit more respect than the average person.

He hears that mutter and scoffs with a grin.

"If you're hungry," he murmurs as he slides past him. "Maybe not announcing your plan would be better. And it's a small town, things like that get noticed."