The tall man shook his head. He must have been out of his mind when he decided it would be a good idea for him to immerse himself in a crowd. He was a noble, or so they thought back home, but here he made himself look like a commoner, wealthy granted, but still not out of character here among the others. Children nearly crashed into him while their mothers called their names, finishing up with their purchases. Out of his mind, indeed! People! Why they were even created, outside of his wicked pleasures, he had not a clue. Even though most of those here were not all that could be seen, magic users, shape-shifters, psychics and many other unseen skills could be found. Still that mattered little to Ammon.

No, he preferred to keep to himself, and only deal with humans when he became bored, or when fate demanded it. So what had possessed this trip, was not in his nature, but none the less here he was. He might as well enjoy himself if at all possible. With a sigh he slowed his hurried pace and scanned the people near by. If they would not offer entertainment, he would just have to make his own. He could always attack someone, or even kill one of the street-rats, but he wasn't looking for a fight, just a good time. That took more effort, and a good strategy. Now to come up with such a plan...