[Kiernan/Atys/Open]
Kiernan had spent the better part of the morning with the new class of dragoons helping with basic lancing techniques, and he was hungry. The Bazaar never failed to have any assortment of food, so with just enough gil in his pockets for lunch and not anything more, lest he gets the urge to buy something he didn't have anywhere to keep (and his father had told him months ago to quit storing crap in his old bedroom, so that was out of the question as well). He kept his hands in his pockets and played with the coins within when the boy stopped him from a beeline towards the meat bun cart.
"Of course, kid, what do you need?" asked Kiernan as he took the flyer, his eyes passing over it. His heart sank immediately; another missing person?