Warden kept running. Non-stop. Luckily that alley was nearby. She was going to use that to get away. She quickly ran into it hoping that here she could either fight or run much beter.

"May I purchase my item now or do you want to talk to me too badly?" asked Devon, smiling. His golem caught a butterfly and gently put it on Devon's head. "Hey!" turned around Devon. "Can you stop with putting every singe butterfly that you find on my head?" shouted Devon, whilst gently removing the butterfly and sending it flying again. The golem looked at it's toes and mumbled something indecipherable. "Where were we`" asked Devon, turning back to the guards.

Warden spoted the man with a sack. She chased after, this time less covert. Seen to how so many shady figures she passed, she quickly took out her sword as she ran. The kind of sword she had wasn't cheap, nor was it amateurish. Anyone with a brain could spot that she was trained from the sight of the blade alone. With her other hand she threw her hair over a shoulder and pulled up her black hood.

Warden jumped forward and rolled over the ground, right under and past the sack that was flung at her. She stopped her roll and made and upward slash at the man. She did so whilst getting in a kneeling position. The cut would hit the man if she was fast enough. It would cut the sack if she was too slow. Regardless, this was going don south very fast for the mystery man.

"First, may you please define your definition of intimidation! I don't find walking behind my rather large friend here or looking at your guard intimidation! Also: What kind of magic exactly are you talking about? If you mean the fact that I wanted to test this kind sir's staff, it was so that I don't get sold a useless stick to me. Just because people don't like me, doesn't mean I am disrupting peace!" explained Devon.

The experienced swordsmanship from Warden easily caught the man- covered in a long flowing robe with a hood over his face. Curiously, instead of slicing through with ease a spurt of blood, the man didn't even grunt as the blade was somehow lodged in something beneath his clothes. From the sudden stop and the resulting vibrations, it felt... solid?
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"What do you think? I am going to make that girl pay for destroying my jug! I've lost a fortune thanks to that runt, and I am going to make her pay..." From what she could see of him, what with his native features of a typically Divar man- dark tan, black hair, dark eyes- she would notice that his left eye was particularly... glassy. It was also interesting to note that his anger and rage was surprisingly great for a simple large pot being broken.
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The Dwarf looked at the purse with interest, pocketing it in one of the many pockets of his leather apron. He frowned for a moment and stroked his great grey beard for several moments as he looked Uko over- before nodding. "Stay here a moment will ye?" He said, vanishing into the back of his shop once more, returning with a spare string. "In case it snaps- in the off chance it does."
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The Orc sighed, and gestured to the steel golem. "You summoned a creature- a magical being. Magic is what destroyed the world whose remains we built this city upon. There are guidelines for summons as well- beings that are fewer than 4 feet and have a leash attached to them at all times. Answer me then- did you or did you not look at my guard at the watchtower with aggression?"

"And can I ask why shoot a girl over one pot? That seems to be quiet unethical don't you think? Not to mention illegal." Rex said her hand on top of her new blade, just in case needed.