Majid finishes his patrol within the old city and arrives at one of the streets that come into the shopping square. The street is bustling with activity as people go to and from the market square. He looks up and shields his eye from the sun as he looks to see the time. Midday, he thought, Perhaps it's time to haggle with one of these merchants for a snack. He makes his way into the crowd moving toward the square.
The occasional person gave him a nod of recognition as he continued to make his way toward the checkpoint. He never enjoyed dealing with the rentals at the checkpoints, however he could not deny their importance. There aren't enough guardsman within the city, and knowing the market square is safe allows them to secure other areas.
He arrives at the checkpoint and he is easily made out by the rentals. One of them particular, a giant brutish fat man with at least three missing teeth and a giant wart on his cheek was leaning against one of the walls chewing loudly on an apple. Upon seeing Majid, the brute still with a mouthful of apple, yells at the other gaurds "Majid!" he says, spitting apple out of his mouth "We 'etter let him through or he school us on bein 'proper gaurds!" A few of them give a chuckle, but they were also entirely serious, letting Majid through without any trouble.
"Ha ha ha" Majid says sarcastically moving into the square. As he contemplates what to get for a snack, he instantly decides that any form of apple was out of the question, as stomaching an apple after seeing the brute spit one across the checkpoint seemed impossible. He comes across one of the vendors selling baked sweets, and the aroma of the of the baked goods filled his nostrils.
He picks up a freshly baked sweet-roll bringing it up to his nose and breathing it in. "How much?" he asks the baker.
"A silver piece" he says. "A silver piece! What madness is that. I'll give you five copper for it! he says, in utter disbelief that the vendor is asking a silver for a sweet roll.
"If you want a sweet roll for five copper I can give you a sweet roll worth five copper" he says with a smirk. Majid hands him over the five copper, and the vendor smiles as he pulls out a knife and cuts the sweet roll in two, giving one half to Majid "There is your sweet roll worth five copper" . Majid grabs the half out of the vendor's hand and walks off to one of the less busier parts of the square. He leans against one of the walls, and begins eating his snack, looking at the people moving about the square.