Tax Collector in the Market

The crowded Liaran marketplace is a constant din of shouting merchants, clattering performers and pressing milling shoppers. As you’re searching through the hot dirty crowds you frequently witness guards and uniformed tax collectors visiting the stalls. In a nearby stall you can see a ragged looking old woman selling vegetable is pleading with coldly disinterested official accompanied by a member of the city guard. As you get close enough to understand the words you see the official gesture brusquely at the stall. The guard leans casually on the frail cloth and metal poll stand causing several shelves to collapse spilling their contents on the ground. The crowd seems determined not to notice anything and stomps on the produce as they move around.
You see a bony scabby old cat slink near the town guard who pulls back to give it a kick. The old shopkeeper nervously scoops up the old tabby and begins stroking it and murmuring. The tax collector sneers at the woman and snaps, “That’s the reason you can’t pay! You’ve been feeding that nasty beast?!”
Laughing at the old women’s distress the town guard reaches for the cat and grabs it by the neck pulling it roughly away from the shopkeeper. The old woman bursts into tears begging him to stop.
Suddenly the guard member roars it outrage and drops the cat clutching at his chest. “It scratched me!” He yells, his hand covered in blood from four huge deep gashes that have appeared almost magically across his chest. “You bitch! You cursed me to protect your foul familiar!” The guard grabs his cudgel clearly intending to attack the old woman.

Tax Collector in the Market

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