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Than almost reverently put down his writing utensil, taking a couple of steps back from the scribe in order to survey his surroundings once more. Sharp ears caught the sound of a voice, one laden with absolute self-assurance...a trait that the slight youth rather envied. Swiveling towards the voice, his eyes landed on Concetta, and he grinned, noticing the woman making her way towards the Scribe's place. "Are yous choosing where to be going and which to be doing?" He inquired curiously, paddering towards her, having, for once, not to look up in order to meet her eyes. It was a refreshing change. "Where is thee to be thinking you would be a'liking?" His odd speech patterns were almost sing-song, violet eyes friendly and inquisitive.

Something about today seemed fresh and new, and with so many people in the hallways, Than desired to speak to aaaaaaaaaaaall of them and ask about their doings, and the Kingdoms about them. Someday, the young man dreamed that he would speak to the Voice, and finally be able to ask it all of his questions.

Until then he'd settle for pestering Concetta.

Rex hissed, his head turning with a snap to glare at whatever or whoever had bumped into him. There may or may not have been teeth bared as well. There was a moment that Rex's only answer was to stare, as if debating what he should do or whether or not the individual now standing in front of him was edible.

Finally he shrugged, his expression softening as if deciding there had been no harm.

"Watch where going, could get hurt that way."

He raised a brow at the word, shaking his head. He had little to say of it. It was numbers, but seemingly no true meaning. As far as he knew, it just furthered the depths of proof that the man was as far gone as people claimed. And further proof should have silenced that annoying nagging in his head. Sadly it hadn't, so he was forced to blanket it under a calm face as he stood flipping the card in his hand several times.

"No, I know nothing of it... yourself?" An odd symbol, a number he'd never heard of. He wished to know, certainly he was quite curious even if it would end up being the ravings of a lunatic, but he also understood he'd likely get no answers on it. Perhaps best to drop it entirely for the time being and ponder it again later.

He briefly offered her a look as she spoke up to reply, giving the examination of the card a rest. Her replies were as empty as the rumors, holding little more than what anyone could hear while walking around. Perhaps that was for the best though, seeing as it meant there were no further facts. Truly, what did he expect asking someone random their thoughts on the matter? "That is... true." He replied starring off into the crowds a moment in thought, then perhaps letting curiosity get the better of him.

"The man with the cards, he claimed we would suffer should he not speak to the King..." Now he would end up seeming mad, believing someone like that. Or even just taking heed of what they might say. Still, it might have been nice to have another opinion. "Now this." A brief gesture to the odd card before he shook his head again. "I suppose it's still empty nonsense, but it leaves on unsettled?" He added that with a sigh, watching the place the trash king had gone to again for a few seconds before studying the girl, waiting for a reaction.

Sigrún had set out to check all the food vendors first but the shiny glinting of metal work distracted her. Her long auburn braid whipped around as she changed direction and headed to the stall. She desperately needed a new hunting knife, the one she used had been passed down for ...longer than she could remember and needed to be retired to heirloom status.

Stepping up the the stall Sigrún quickly scanned everything before remembering her manners and greeted the vendor.
"Greeting sir" giving a curt nod of her head she slowed herself down and started to look the items over one by one.

Alastair saw what was coming when Harland reached for his hand. He repressed the instinctive reflex to tear his hand away, giving his "friend" the opportunity to kiss his knuckles. The tailor rolled his eyes with a subtle scoff, as if to make it clear he thought this gesture was ridiculous... perhaps, even embarrassing.

A final stitch in the shirt sealed the hole and the garment was repaired. He set his work aside to stand and wait patiently as Harland recited introductions despite the fact that they'd already been introduced. Alastair's blue eyes flicked over Crispin's form with a neutral expression, as if analyzing his potential value as an ally or foe.

Finally, when Harland's script was completed, a new expression curled across the tailor's face. It was a smile that appeared genuine, all of the narrow features that would suggest harmful intentions were softened until they were no longer visible. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Crispin." He offered a handshake to supplement his unusually cordial behavior. "Alastair's the name, but feel free to call me Alas, Kitty, Mr. Huxley, Chief of Destruction, Overlord of Annihilation, Master of Carnage..." He causally listed off his collection of nicknames and absurd titles with a serious expression. "Foolish mortals, kneel before me or feel my wrath... et cetera, et cetera." Alastair spoke with a significant lack of enthusiasm as he ended his charade and returned his attention to Harland.

Alastair looked surprised with Harland's explanation. "Ahh. Couldn't stay away despite yourself? Like a moth to a flame." He swept a stray lock of gold hair from his face to give Harland a seductive glance... quickly followed by a dark chuckle. "Understandable. Let's not waste anymore time." Alastair folded his merchandise as he prepared to leave his booth.

He blinked when he was offered a card. He took it in one hand and flipped it over once or twice as if expecting to see something of value. "For me? How thoughtful." With the sarcastic comment he tucked it away and never gave it a second thought.

"Yes."

His words ended in a sharp biting laughter, an eerie laugh that sounded somewhere between a hiss and a bark. Oh yes, he liked this person, he (she?) was fun.

"Hungry?"

Go find food now yes, YES?! FOOD AND BITING! THESE THINGS ARE VERY IMPORTANT!

Keel nodded before taking a hold of the other’s arm, and started leading them over towards the push and pull of the crowd again.

“Let’s get some meat!” He suggested, “By the way, my name is Killian! But you can call me Keel! What’s your name?”

A head tilt, a small tug on the arm, and an extremely friendly smile. Yep, that’s Keel. And dear Jack is she happy to have someone to hang out with. THEY ARE GOING TO BE SUCH GOOD BUDDIES MAN, ALL SHARP TEETH AND BITING.