As Caerus meanders through the bustling street, through exclamations such as, "FRESH FISH!" and "SHARPEST SWORDS IN TOWN!" he is able to filter through the din to hear the following:
"...he's been missing for three days, Sheriff, we need to be out looking for him; not escorting the next group of miscreants to their death!"
"I understand your frustration, Josah, and I have ten men out searching the area as we speak. If your son is out there, he will be found. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to attend to the caravan."
"I won't forget this, Ward. The townsfolk know exactly what kind of man you are, placing the needs of outsiders above our own. I'm taking this straight to the mayor!"
With that, Josah storms off toward the town hall. Ward watches him go for a moment, closes his eyes, and leans back on the registration table. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he lets out a sigh before opening his eyes and moving to a seated position in the chair behind the table.