Entering into the town square seems like walking into the midst of organized chaos. The cobblestone is at times packed with people heading off somewhere, or just having a friendly chat with a neighbor or two. Along the east side rests a variety of markets, many decorated with bright colors that have long ago faded to much duller tones. A few trees line the walkways, and at times even a few youngsters line the trees, relaxing for a bit before being called home. Many of the buildings around, including the Church, the town hall, and the taveren have an aged look to them, very few decorations or hilights on or around the building.

As the sun sets, many of the crowds go home, the buildings close their doors, and life comes to somewhat of a halt. Candles can be seen burning in the Church, very little light except for the moon illuminating the square. At times, one can almost see people lurking in the darkness, but whether it is truth or imagination is unsure.

A cool breeze blows from the west, driving dark clouds before it which blot out the stars in patches overhead. Elsewhere they glitter brightly in the dark sapphire sky.

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Edgar stops walking though the square and focuses his attention on the newcommer.

Papusza makes her way briskly through the square, head bowed forward so that her hair obscures any clear view of her face. She glances at those around her now and then, but fails to slow her pace.

Edgar walks to be in front of Papusza and blocks her way any further. He smiles at her, his lips forming a smile that doesn't comfort at all.

Papusza is forced to pause, and glances up at the man who has gotten into her way. Flashing an uncertain smile, and offering a muttered, "Excuse," she moves to duck around him and continue along her way.

Edgar steps back in front of Papusza, blocking her way once again. He still says not a word. He just smiles.

"I-I am looking to be going now," Papusza stammers out, a strange accent tinging her words. She nods past him, indicating where she would like to be, before moving to actually get there. "Excuse," she bids again.

Edgar places a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" He stoops to look under the hair and see a face. Almost too close.

Papusza attempts to half-stumble back, seeming very uncomfortable by the physical contact and close proximity. "I-I am to be going home, now," she replies in a low voice, but she does lift her head, shaking it slightly to toss her dark curls back slightly.

Edgar laughs. "Such a pretty thing. Now, why would you want to go home when there is so much to be done here?" He continues to hold a hand on her shoulder, massaging a little.

Papusza lowers her head once more, trying to step back slightly and wrench her shoulder from his grip. "I am no longer wanting to be here, I think," she replies, mumbling in the direction of the ground.

Edgar lets the young woman go, but still stands in her way. "I'm harmless. Truly, I am. Why are you so scared?"

Papusza lifts her gaze without raising her head, so that she's peering upwards at him through her hair. "I am not being afraid. I am just wanting to be going home now," she insists, though there is a slight tremble to her voice. Still without fully looking up, she glances sidelong at her surroundings.

Edgar looks about at all that are in the square. The populous seems to completely ignore the man's guestures. "I'm Edgar. Second in command to the Captian of the guard. And who might this pretty face in front of me be?"

Papusza pauses, torn between whether it would be better to tell him or try to avoid it somehow. "Papusza," she replies finally, almost sullenly. "Of nothing special. But liking to go home now."

Edgar shakes his head. "Oh no... Someone of your beauty is anything BUT'nothing special'."

Papusza flushes faintly, though her dark complexion masks it for the most part. "I am thanking you, sir. But, please, to be going," she gestures past him, starting to look a bit frustrated now.

Edgar takes a hand and reaches under Papusza'a chin and lifts her chin up so that he can see her whole face. "Now, that is better. You have to show that face. You married?"

Papusza flinches, trying to cast her eyes downward to see his hand for a moment, before bringing them back up to study his face a moment. "I - am not being married, no," she replies, her gaze now flickering off to the side and as far down as it can go with her chin lifted.

Edgar takes his hand away. "So. Where are you from? I don't recognize the accent."

Papusza waves a dismissive hand, shaking her head slightly. "I am coming from - not here. Out - outside. Around."

Edgar takes Papusza hand and kisses it lightly. "Well, it has indeed been a plasure. I hope to see you again."

Papusza blinks, flushing again as she bows her head forward. "I am - Goodbye," she stammers out, pulling her hand back slowly to drop it to her side, before moving to disappear off into the crowds.

Edgar watches the girl moves through the crowd and continues on his way.

Edgar wends his way through the square towards the Town Hall.