As you approach, a young man drops one of the balls he is juggling. He scoops it up again with a well-oiled movement, and the whole thing would probably have passed unnoticed if he hadn’t suddenly stared right at [NAME].“[S]he put a hex on me! I’m not staying here for one more second!”Within moments, the jesters have disappeared, and the only people remaining on the scene are a number of spectators looking at [NAME] in a fairly hostile manner. You have robbed them of their entertainment.Will you stare back and look just as hostile or rather make tracks, inconspicuous like? The crowd stays hostile, but no one makes a move. Only a fat man standing in the front row shakes his fist in a threatening manner.“We don’t want any [Conjurers/Witches] here! Get lost!”Now do you want to leave already or do you refuse to give in to these scum-dogs and try to appear threatening yourselves? Just when the fat man and [NAME] are standing eye to eye and the situation threatens to become critical, ten town guards come marching around the corner. As a result the fat gets very friendly, shaking the hand of [NAME], pretending they are old friends and then clears off as inconspicuous as possible.
