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The hustle, the bustle, yep it was just another day at the market. Merchants shouting out their wares and prices, Draven was in back of his father's trying to wrangle in the crimson and gold Janarim that he had purchased not long ago. The critter still took swipes at the teen, this accounting for the bandages around his forearms. At times it was frustrating when the Janarim didn't want to do what Draven told him. He would have to find someone to help him train him.

"Regale, please, stop this. I won't be able to take you with me in public if you take swipes at everyone including me." Draven said as he held out a piece of meat to the Janarim. "Can we not get past this and work together? For once?"

It wasn't like the Janarim could answer as it took the meat from the teen and just about swallowed it whole. The crimson and gold bease, Regale as Draven named him turned its head away from the teen, ignoring him. Draven, just about to give up, got up and left the small room that he shared with his father. Leaving Regale behind, but the door open so if he wanted to follow, he could. Before he even reached the outside, the sounds of claws tapping against the hard floor followed him.

"Just behave, alright." Draven warned in a low tone.

The day progressed and Draven was well into helping his father sell the cloth and bobbles he always sold. Taking a break from it all, his head starting to hurt from the three older women fighting over the bundle of silken like cloth from the north. All trying to haggle over each other. He needed time away before he snapped like Regale would and get into trouble from many sides.

"Come on Regale, lets get out of here before I do something we both will regret."

The janarim gave a snort to the Teen's excuse, his tail flicking behind him. Draven rested a hand on Regale's shoulder hopefully calming the beast as he walked down through the other vendors. Lots were here, too many for his own liking.

'Excuse me, can you help us?' reached Draven's ears as he stopped and looked around, was someone calling to him? Surely not, he didn't know anyone here. Befuddled, he looked around before spotting a finely dressed woman waving in his direction. Head tilting to one side, Draven headed in that direction, most people making space for teen and beast alike. 'I'm just trying to make sure they are safe.'

Before Draven could even ask what the problem was he looked at the Oban that was making gestures and noises towards the group. Really? He never understood why men did such things that could land them into more trouble then they are worth. Looking back to the one that waved him over, he could understand wanting to keep the group safe.

"I'm not too sure of what I can do, but help you to a safer area. My father sells cloth and bobbles you might like." He said as an offer to keep them out of harms way.

Draven watched the woman as she mocked the Oban into trying something else with confusion. Was his 'help' just to show that she could get anyone to come to her aide and the aide of he group? This puzzled him as he looked back to Regale who gave a slow hissing rumble through his throat. Great, was this going to turn into trouble that he would have to flee from? Turning back towards the group of girls and the Oban that was wandering away, disappointed that his fun had been ruined. Even as a growing teen, nearing his coming into adult years, he would never understand why other men acted in such ways.

"I will never understand these people, Regale." Draven muttered as the woman gathered the girls and looked back to him. "Draven, my name's Draven. This is Regale." He said and patted the Janarim to try and calm it,

Turning around, Daven looked over his shoulder and motioned for the group to follow him. His father's stand wasn't too far, it was hard to miss with the bright cover and shining necklaces hanging from the front. Some holding stones others shells. The rolls of cloth stacked by color on the other end of the stand.

"This is my father's stand. He's always willing to barter and haggle if something catches your eye. I can try and help, but I never know what people like." He scratched the back of his head as his face started to feel warm. He would be happy to be back to the comforts of his father's stand, Even after these few years of freedom, he still didn't stray too far.

Feeling his companions unease, Regale nudged the teen gently giving a worried sound. Draven merely gave a smile and laid a hand on Regale's back as if it were going to settle his nerves, but the familiar could still Draven's hand quiver every now and again. This made Regale edgey, but he was trying his best to 'behave', fearing the cage he was once held in... One that no longer existed.

Draven almost felt jumped when the girls turned their attention towards him. Regale on the other hand moved closer to Draven, watching the other earthlings with equally gold eyes as his coat. Bearing a fang now and again if one of the girls drew too close to his bond, such as it was.

"This part of the market is where I usually am about, I know most the people here and almost what they sell. If they don't find anything here, maybe someone else will have something you are looking for." Draven mentioned to Aseara. "As they say here, there is always something for someone and almost no one goes home unhappy." Even if some things made even Draven uneasy.

"You didn't really bother me too much, I was looking to try and explore the rest of the market to see what the locals were selling. And get away from here cause my father's bartering sometimes get a little heated with some customers." he glanced over towards his father picking up certain pieces of cloth to show the girls who crowded the stand.

"I have no real home, been with the Caravan as long as I can remember. Don't know who my mother was, father doesn't much talk about her or where she is. When I ask he gets all down and doesn't talk. I am just guessing that something bad happened and its too painful." Frowning on his own, he remained where he was, with the Janarim at his side. Seemingly the critter was more comfort to him then anything else. Draven now thinking that he was telling too much to a complete stranger.

"What about you? You from around here?"

"A play? What types of plays do you and your friends put on?" well he thought them to be friends anyways, would someone just take a group of others out if they weren't friends? Draven wasn't all that sure about it. "Do you always buy new things for every play that you put on?"

With Regale now seated at his side, Draven gave a glance towards Aseara when he felt like she was staring at him. He didn't press the matter of his past, there was much that he wanted to ask his father about when his father wouldn't have a break down. Frowning a little he looked towards the skies. The clammer of the people around them, the shoving and bustling. It was enough to chase dark thoughts away from a person's mind, ones that would like to run from anyways.

"Sauti?" Draven paused in thought. "I think we passed through there to pass through Tale to get here. So many place along the route that sometimes it hard to remember one place from another." He scratched his head a little. "It was a nice place, with nice people in it, father seemed happy there, but the caravan was his family and never wanted to stay."

"This trip, we started close to the Zena boarder, traveled the fringes of Sauti, cutting through it at some point. Traveled the southern fringes close to the Matori boarder. Trading goods here and there, exchanging some for other goods to have a variety to sell in other areas. Recently came through Tale and now are here in Oba. Not sure where the caravan heads next, its an experience traveling with them, but sometimes awfully boring when there's not much to see on the road. Just the rumble of the carts and wagons." Draven said as he looked back towards the older wind woman.

This was as far as his experiences went with other places, traveling. He watched most people from the comforts of his father's lodgings and hid other times. Only time he wanted to be out was when it was just the caravan folk and his father around, they were all he knew.. Until now, after meeting a couple other interesting people. A tamer and rider in training, Draven was starting to see that there was really more out there other then being a merchant and always traveling.

"I have heard whispers of the war that happened, but we stayed away from the more war torn areas. Caravan master didn't want to get too involved I think, I don't know." Draven had heard of the war, didn't know much about it. The talk of one kind trying to chase off another, to him it sounded like a mess. Like someone was jealous of what another had. Shaking his head he moved out of the way as someone passed by, Regale still sat off to Draven's side, watching those around.

"That is a far away place for sure. Not sure if I would make it there, I don't think I will be traveling with my father and the caravan too much longer. Its a nice thing, but the slow travel can get a bit boring if its a long enough distance." Draven voiced in his own opinion, "We have a few people traveling with us from other regions. Some wanting a different life then what most call the norm. Seems like travel is a popular calling to some." To this he shrugged looking back towards his father's market stand, things were starting to come to an end.

"You ladies have a great day and please return if you need anything else!" Draven's father said to the girls before turning his attention else where.

Draven watched as things ended and his father bid them farewell to the women, then there was the question of him walking them home? Surely they could make it on their own? Then he thought back to the Oban that wasn't exactly the kindest of people in his actions.

"Sure, I am kinda curious about his place you call home. Living in tents and wagons, I never get to see much of actual buildings besides when its Market Day." Draven scratched the back of his own head before adjusting the hair tie again as it slipped a little. "I think Regale would like to stretch his legs more then anyways. Get him out and about more so he's used to more people."

The Janarim gave a snort as he rubbed his head against Draven's back as it to scratch between his still growing horn. Draven turned slightly to scratch the Janarim on the head before looking back to Aseara.

"Just lead the way and we'll follow along. Don't think too many will mess with Regale, the Oban seemed quite put off at the sight of him." Again Regale gave a snort. "The merchant I bought him from wasn't the kindest of men. Think that may be why he doesn't like older men too much. Aside from my father, he seems to respect him well enough as long as he's not startled."

"That and I need to get out and see what I can do on my own. I can't rely on my father and the caravan forever. I have to get out and see things for myself eventually." Draven said as he followed the rest of the pack, Regale padding beside him. "A tour, that would be fun. I don't explore that much, not too far from the Market area anyways." Draven commented as he looked back a little, making sure no one was following them.

Then again, it wasn't really a case of not having time to explore, it was a case of not having the nerve to leave the safety of his bubble. Being a sheltered boy most his life and watching the world turn from the shadows, hidden from an unknown foe. Draven hadn't really wanted to explore much or too far from his bubble. Well with the plans he had in mind to do, he bubble was about to become non-existent.

"I haven't really seen anything past the market alleys and cause ways. I am sure the noble housing is fantastic to those able to see them." though this he wasn't too sure of, there was much to see and his life was going to be getting interesting.

As the group reached their destination, the other girls broke away to their own places, Draven followed Aseara around to the back. Taking note of what the building looked like, he couldn't imagine living in a place like this. It looked like it could get crowded easily. When they entered the kitchens, Draven stopped a moment as eyes turned towards him before the cooks and others went back to what they were doing. Well at least he wouldn't be tossed out for trespassing, but there was also Regale.

The Jenarim poked his head in through the door before slipping through to follow Draven. Raising his muzzle a bit, he sniffed at the air before looking across the table top at the food that was laid out to be chopped, cooked and prepared for meals to the customers that would like the rooms out front of the building. Lapping his chops, Regale stepped closer to one of the larger pieces of meat on a table. Only to be stopped as Draven grabbed a hold of a horn and pulled his attention away.

"Sorry, he has yet to learn manners." Draven apologized quickly before pulling the Janarim with him to follow the Wind woman. When they reached the large dancing hall, Draven just about tripped over himself at the sight. "You guys dance in here? How many dances are there?" He asks only knowing of the small group that he helped 'protect' in the market place.