Mikael arrived at the gates of Oxenfurt. Hundreds of people from all over Velen were waiting to enter the town, as most of them didn't have the permit to enter.
Mikael stood at the end of the line, a bit annoyed at himself.
"Is this line going to move or something?" he questioned the woman in front of him.
"We all don't have permits." spoke the woman, a bit annoyed at Mikael's attitude. "It's supposed to not move."
Mikael clicked his tongue, and just got out of the line, walking straight right up to the gate.
"Hey, you're passing the line!" shouted a man.
Mikael didn't care about it, and continued to walk to the gate. When he was walking there, he was spat upon, and cursed by the peasants that were trying to enter this established town.
Again, Mikael didn't care, he kept walking ,arriving at the guards in front of the gate.
"Step in the line, lad." said the guards roughly. "Unless you have a permit."
"Well, good sir, I don't." said Mikael, "But–"
"Then step in the line! Are you daft!?"
Mikael looked at the guards in annoyance, but he calmed himself, he smiled widely, and suddenly, the Guard's attitude changed.
"Calm down good sir, I was just asking if you could help me pass…" said Mikael calmly. "You see… my arm was amputated.. Surely you can do something?"
The guards gulped a bit as he saw the missing arm. "Y-Yes… poor bloke you are.." said the captain.
"Then can you help me?"
"I-I'm sure I could do something…"
As soon as the captain said that, the peasants behind Mikael shouted in protests.
"Shut up!" A guard roared. "You aren't missing an arm, are you? Give the man some pity…"
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Mikael was a bit annoyed at the guard's words, but calmed down.
The captain then gave him a permit, signed by the captain himself. "Here, you could go through Oxenfurt and Novigrad with this…"
"Thank you, oh good ser…"
"And here…" continued the captain sadly, giving Mikael a pouch of crowns. "For your… losses…" he said, looking at the missing arm in pity.
"Oh thank you!" exclaimed Mikael once again as he saw the gold. "May the Eternal fire bless you ser, bless you!"
"That's alright, now move along lad." patted the Captain, pushing Mikael to Oxenfurt itself.
As soon as he stepped inside of Oxenfurt, Mikael just snickered a bit. "Well that was easy."
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Mikael was just getting out of an armorer in Oxenfurt. He bought a couple sets of normal clothing, a simple white shirt and some trousers, and also, he bought new leather armor using the money he got from killing the Leshen.
After he went to the armorer, he went to the weaponsmith, where he bought the cheapest steel sword that exists in that shop. He bought a couple of them, in case one broke. He was admiring his newly bought sword, when he realized he was in the middle of the town, homeless, with no place to stay.
"Well, shit." he cursed. He looked at his pouch, and saw that it was almost empty, it was only enough for dinner, and a drink. He looked around, and saw no beggars whatsoever. He thought about it for a while, then he stood up.
"There must be a notice board near here right…" said Mikael to himself.
He looked around the square, wandering for a couple of hours, checking things that he couldn't buy, and finally, he found a notice board.
"Let's see here… Frying pan wanted… nope, Creature in Oxenfurt forest… I prefer not to get out of town anymore, clown wanted… definitely not, and… oh? What's this?"
He took a notice poster from the notice board, and read it. "Escort a medic through the sewer… reward, 1000 Crowns, assigned by the Redanian Army itself… what? They're starting to have a deficit of men now…"
Mikael just shrugged. "Whatever, I'll just go." he said, pocketing the notice poster, and walked to the Redanian Army office near him.