Leech, who had watched the whole thing, was momentarily at a loss for words.
'This is the first time I've seen someone mooch so brazenly, and with such confidence.'
"You just wait!" The two mercenaries scrambled to their feet, helping each other as they limped away.
The crowd automatically parted to make way for them. No one wanted to provoke this group of mercenaries.
The young woman in the blacksmith's apron walked over to the young man, looking at him with a worried expression.
"You're Fanong Gold?" Leech asked.
The young man turned to look at Leech.
His clothes were expensive and impeccably coordinated from head to toe. He was even accompanied by an armored attendant—a clear sign that he was a nobleman.
The young man broke into a smile, though it made him hiss in pain. "I'm Fanong Gold."
"Someone told me I could find you here. Can you help me find her?" Leech said. "She sells potions."
"Oh," Fanong Gold said, realization dawning on him. "So you're looking for *her*?"
