We saw him as we entered the square, though it seems everyone else was ignoring him.
He was crouched down, using his knife to draw something im the dirt.
He had both sword and arrows, not usual for most warriors.
My friends made comments about the mud on his coat and boots, then continued walking. But I stayed, watching.
Suddenly he lifted his head and looked right at me. With his blade he waved me over.
“Do you know this word?” He pointed to the ground before him.
“It is a name. My name.”
“Then you are who I seek.”