The crowd ushered in by the impending rain was indeed worthy of being called a 'crowd'. Some would perhaps describe it as a mob. It seemed as though the whole town--and perhaps the neighboring towns, as well--had came to stock up on food and other items.
A rather shifty fellow in a dark cloak had passed by quite a number of times. Occasionally, he would pause and gaze at Edric's stall. He seemed to be interested, but had shown no inclination of purchase. Edric had been watching him, in case he decided to loot a piece amid the thick mass of people.
A sudden disruption in the crowd drew his eye away from the man, but it was too late. A woman--a pretty one--was swaying towards his stall in a most ungraceful manner. Edric dove forward and managed to grasp onto her sleeve, which promptly gave away as she fell onto the furs.
Edric swallowed a curse as he saw the man walking away speedily with a piece of hide.