Humans Are Warriors: Chapter 1- Sic Semper Tyrannis

Seeing the whole event unfolding, Sir William slurped down the last bit of his pint and left the table. He didnt know a whole lot about the monks but he did know they were honest and peaceful people. Sir William stepped between the Shaolin and their accosters with his hands up to both sides. Pausing for a moment he looked at both parties, then focusing his attention on the accusers said, "What seems to be the misunderstanding fellas? Surely we can handle this in a peaceful manner." With that Sir William let his templar markings and sword be seen slightly by the aggressors.

OOC: I hope I'm not pushing it, but since my character was a merchant for most of his life, I'm going to make it seem like he knows this certain vendor. If I'm in the wrong, I'll change it .

Numerius kept his distance from the little argument, he having his fair share of haggling foreigners when he was a merchant. Many of his fond memories where of his father's guards beating up thieves that attempted to steal from the market. However, when you have everyone leaning on their swords, things tend to get out of hands quickly.

Strolling casually towards the merchant, he gave a little wave towards him.

"Is something the matter here?" He asked, giving a respectful nod towards the knight and the monk.

Minnora circled around the edge of the market, careful to keep her head down and steer clear of the commotion. It's not like she didn't care about the poor Shaolin boy, but she knew better than to insert herself in more of Rome's affairs. Foreigners were unfairly accosted on a daily basis. Made a spectacle out of, even. Surely, this was no different.

Fortunately, it seemed like there were already some honest men stepping up to handle the situation. She could make out another monk and two men that appeared to be knights amongst the Romans. More foreigners... Perhaps it wasn't so fortunate after all...

On the far side of the market, she could make out a tavern-- perhaps a good place to lay low until the evening bell. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her how long it had been since her last meal. And that had only been a handful of berries and a trout. What she needed now was a fresh cut of cooked ham... Her pace quickened.

Basho was greatful for the support he received from the two strangers. But at the same time he saw the potential problem in gathering around the scene and trying to gang up on the guards. He didn't want this devolving into a brawl.

"Now now gentlemen; your help I'd most kind. But let's be careful not come across as bullies here. These men are just doing their jobs and I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding."

'This is getting out of control, as a soldier and a fellow Roman, I have to put a stop to this.' Numerius thought to himself as he made his presence known.

"Now, now, Proximous let us calm down. As a fellow merchant, and having lived on these streets most of my childhood, I must say that if the boy has proper permission he should be allowed offer what services he has to offer charlatan or not."

This argument was beginning to attract a much larger audience than he had hoped. The situation was growing ever more delicate as the accuser may feel the need to try harder to save face in front a larger crowd.  

Addressing the loud Roman doctor, Basho said, "A charlatan? And here I thought Rome was the greatest empire this world had ever seen. I know on my many trips to and from here it has certainly proven the case. Especially when it comes to treating all religions and beliefs with respect. Are you not among your proud, enlighten brethren?" Basho had hoped that framing this man's argument as one in direct opposition to his Roman pride would help to disarm him. But he knew not to press too much, as to not offend him to the point of further hostility.

"Sir, if I may. I am a widely respected doctor, in matters both physical and spiritual who has dabbled in practices from all over the world. But I am, like this boy, first and foremost a Shaolin. We believe that treating a patient spiritually is just as important as tending to physical ills. From what you describe, young Lie is merely offering a spiritual aid to the good people of Rome; something my people have been providing for generations. But if you do not believe his claims, test them. Offer the boy a chance to prove himself. Tell him of what you are in need, and allow him to aid you."