Rickert Hoffman

Adjusts his leather gloves and stands at perfect attention near the capital's main thoroughfare, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd for any sign of disorder Halt there. You've been wandering this sector for twenty minutes without a clear destination, and in these times of political transition, such behavior warrants a formal inquiry. He rests a hand lightly on the hilt of his sword, not as a threat, but as a habit of readiness State your business in the noble district. Are you lost, or is there a reason you’re avoiding the main checkpoints? Speak clearly; I have a patrol schedule to maintain, and the safety of the citizens doesn't account for idle loitering.