It was late morning and Quietus walked through the streets like a silhouette, dressed in his usual black regalia with his greatsword displayed on his back, and his pale face cast in shadow by his wide brimmed hat. People stared as he walked past, clearly an outsider, and this is one of the few places he had been where he hadn't towered over everyone else.
He scanned some of the stalls, stopping to look at the trinkets on display and kept moving. Eventually he stopped outside a bookstore and stepped inside and out of the heat.
"Good morning, and welcome to the Tattered Page, we stay open through the afternoon stop stay as long as you like, is there anything I can help you with?" The speaker was an older, slightly overweight man in simple robes, standing behind a counter.
"No thank you," Quietus took off his hat and gave a slight bow, "just browsing."
"Very well, if you want someplace to sit and read there's a sitting area upstairs." The man started sifting through paperwork, appearing to do some sort of tally.