@Bimply Thistledown

The afternoon air in the Balamar Noble District is truly one of the most exquisite in the Yellow City. Built on land that rises a few metres above the Market District towards the south, and shielded from the fishy and vomit-smelling pungence of the common rabble by fragrant medlar trees, the Noble District is perhaps one of the few pieces of heaven that fell into this otherwise filth-ridden city.

You spent much of the early morning having wandered the Market District and heard some rumors about desperate scavengers causing trouble in the sewers again. But after becoming a bit weary you decide to recover by strolling the Noble District and enjoy its fine air.

As you stroll, you notice a group of three scrappily dressed but rather muscular men hauling large bags of stuff by hanging it over their shoulders. One of them holding fewer bags has a rather large club fashioned from a dismembered crab claw, and they seem to be in high spirits as they strut in your direction with their stuff clanging rather noisly with a metallic sound. They don't seem to have noticed you.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 10:56, Mon 26 Apr 2021.

Having spent much of the morning in the more boisterous Market District, Bimply was wearing his mail armor with his his short sword strapped to his side and sling tucked into his belt. A smile had found it's way across his face as he'd made his way back into the cleaner, and better smelling, noble district until his curiosity was piqued by the large men approaching him.

As they approached, Bimply took a step back, fading into the background of the building behind him as he watched them carefully, trying to discern what might be in the large bags, where they came from, and where they appear to be heading.