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It had been sometime since Jolly Roger, had dealt with the last Dark Tribe Lead Merchant. Which, had ended phenomenally and in the loss of their non-hereditary title. Not that was Hook's fault, there was just a certain conduct that was expected of someb'alam towards blood givers. Who, Hook was to his sworn brother, Chornos. So their were certain 'perks' blood givers received, and proper conduct was one of them...

Uneven paw steps lead the wind b'alam to the place he was requested to meet the new Lead merchant as Hook's own aspirations had helped in trade with the Dark Tribe. There was mention of a 'Partnership' being established between them, which made since considering The Dark Tribe was pretty much his home now. Releasing a breath from his maw, Hook's ears docked back slightly as he thought of everything that needed to be done and he needed to prepare. His ship was almost done....almost....

But once it was done, how was he to pilot it?

Peaking his ears forward Hook continued on his path, his tail swished about behind him mildly. A small smile rested on his maw as the cave walls caused fond and amusing memories to slip though his mind. How he first meet Xibalba and La Merte. He thought the caves where going to come down upon him at any second with all the yelling they caused. It had taken the wind b'alam a while to get use to the close quarters that the dark tribe offered. He was use to it now, but still preferred to be out in the open....in the day light.

Raising his eyes to a familiar merchant booth, Hook's blue orbs dance about looking for the Tah he was suppose to be meeting.

"Ahoy, is any-b'alam about?" Jolly's rich wind accented voice called out for anyb'alam that might be around-and hopefully this new lead merchant.

Hook's ears perked forward as he heard a respond to his call, sharp blue eyes squinted as he looked for any sign or shift of movement. One would think with the amount of time that Hook spent in the dark tribe and called it home-his eyes would get use to the dim lighting...

"Greetings Mate." Jolly spoke as his gaze was finally able to see the larger dark b'alam. The wind b'alam offered a friendly smile. Taking a step back Jolly looked about the store, blue eyes danced about the wears. "Well, it looks like you got a good start on things..." He commented.

"I am Jolly Roger, but most know me as 'Hook'." The Wind b'alam smiled with a raise of his metal apendage, Not sure if the Dark Lord had already told the new merchant his name. Hook, however didn't know his name-he only knew he was to meet him and talk trade as well as help where he could.

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Curious little eyes looked around one of the shelves where Knoah's father staged and stored his wears. Green orbs placed themselves on the other feather winged b'alam, past fallen bangs. He had been eager to follow his father to the store, all the shiny things he had and the news of meeting another feather winged b'alam in their crave. It was rumored that the white winged b'alam had came from the outside, and decided to live in the dark tribe as a blood-giver.

His father had been excited to meet him, having to do something with his work-something about this white winged b'alam had a way for trade on the 'out-side'.

There was just too much for the curious cub, for him not to come. Hooks, other feather wings, shinny merchant things-and outside!

As the strange showed his hook for a paw, knoah left out a soft gasp. It was true! He had a hook for a paw! The little cub took a few paw steps back, but his gaze remained transfixed on the stranger with a hook for a paw. Little tail swished and unknowingly tapped and knocked over one of his father's wears that rested on the shelf.