Lyle wandered through the various stalls, following his client at a discrete distance. The man's name was something like "Terl" or "Taryl" or something ridiculous like that. Lyle didn't much care. He was the son of a well-to-do merchant in Zet, and had a habit for drinking and getting into trouble. The little bugger was obnoxious, and the last time he'd come to the marketplace, he got in a scuffle with a crew of sailors who had given him a sound beating, so his father went looking to hire him a bodyguard. Lyle actively disliked the man, but his rich father had paid up through to the end of the week, so Lyle would see to it that he would come to no harm. After all, he couldn't afford to be terribly picky about the jobs he took these days.

As he followed his client through the marketplace, he kept his eyes alert for trouble.