It really should be no surprise by now, but some days things simply did not go his way. Today was one of those days, but he was entirely oblivious to it - at least for now. He was currently staring with heavy interest at an assortment of colorful produce, often picking up a fruit or vegetable in order to marvel at it's shape and hue. The plump woman running the stall was talking a mile a minute, so quickly in fact that her voice had simply become background noise to his otherwise preoccupied mind. To be quite honest, he hadn't intended to stop here, but the woman had all but dragged him under the veranda to look at her wares. In the shade of the wooden overhang that jutted from the side of a building, there were quite a few stalls and tables set up with a whole assortment of different products to look over, and people were constantly crowding in and departing, their hands full and pockets lighter.
There was so much going on, he was having a hard time keeping up with the fast pace of these little humans, and they were not making it any easier on him. Every vendor seemed overly intent to pitch to him their very best of whatever they had to offer, and quite frankly it baffled him.
He was quite a bit more used to people stepping around him or giving him quizzical looks, thanks in large part to his overly tall stature and intimidating presence. He wondered briefly if giving up his leather pants in favor of ones made of cloth (still black, like the rest of his sleek outfit, from the high-collared long sleeved top to the tall boots) had somehow elicited this change in merchants in this city.
Little did Pyr know, but his well tailored suit was giving off the impression of importance - that he may in fact be a lesser noble with some coin to spare for the marketplace.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, Pyr generally did not have a single coin to his name.
In a moment, however, that would not matter much.
It started with a low, ominous creaking - just enough to get everyone to look around, and then UP, with curious stares. Missing the obvious cue, Pyr watched the people looking around with an equal level of curiosity.
And then the creak became a crash, and the entire wooden overhang came crashing down amid screams and a gratuitous puff of dust. It was enough to startle the crowd who had managed to avoid the falling debris, though a number of casual passers by had to duck and cover to dodge being hit themselves. While most of the unfortunate victims of this 'accident' were groaning and trapped beneath a pile of lumber, Pyr was left standing - albeit covered in dirt and looking terribly confused as to why a building fixture had just landed onto his head. Otherwise, he seemed completely unharmed.
Realizing the situation, he calmly stooped and began to lift large chunks of timber up off the poor peasants currently trapped, tossing them aside casually like they weighed nothing at all (though he was careful not to throw them at bystanders, he certainly did not wish to cause them any harm).
