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Incanthis peeked out of his hood as he approached where his information had lead not only Incanthis and Junior but a few others as well. His entire body was completely taunt but at the same time he found he was able to shake as he walked forward. Those gathered here... they were all a bunch of seeming giants. As though they were the only ones that could handle such large beasts as snaptrotters. There was that part of him that wanted to cry but instead he bit his lip and forced himself to keep moving forward.

Even as he went he could hear various whispers around them. One man was talking about using the little 'ghost' as a breeder in attempts to get more of such babies, one was talking about something similar but for the purposes of really fancy armor, and one even mentioned just using the one to make a one of a kind dress for his mistress. Such things seemed to him very... Oban. A thought he shoved aside as he knew there were good Obans out there.

With Junior's help he was able to make his way through the crowd, allowing him to look at the small, hissing whelp that was getting more attention then it wanted. He also glanced at the one in charge that seemed a bit on the overwhelmed side. It seemed that despite being one that bred and sold such beasts that even he wasn't ready for such a crowd. After patting Junior on the head he said, "Wait for me. No biting." He said that because he could tell that Junior was riled up, likely due to the shaky mood that Incanthis was in. Now, to figure out how to get a whelp that the world seemed interested in...

Incanthis took a deep breath, telling himself to focus on the job ahead instead of on the dizzying fact that he was surrounded by what felt like giants. He was here for one reason after all and he wanted to make sure that he was able to get the 'ghost' before anyone else was. Especially those that only saw it as a prized commodity instead of a baby. Taking a couple steps closer he knelt down next to the display cage that the baby was in and held a hand out to him, "Hello there, little ghost." He greeted the whelp.

The wild eyed baby turned on him, gave another hiss, before charging forward to snap his teeth down on Incanthis's hand. The Shifter barely moved, instead saying, "You're going to have to try harder then that. I'm afraid I've been through worse." The baby didn't let go but the baby didn't try further attack either, instead it just stood there as though not sure how to proceed.

"It's alright, I have healing powers so I will be able to fix it." Not as though he hadn't gotten nibbled on my snaptrotters before.

Incanthis gave a smile as he waited for the little whelp to finally decide to release it's hold on his hand. Once he was free he lifted his other hand to hover over the wounds, using a spell to heal the damage. Best not to leave himself wounded for else it might bother the baby. The last thing that he wanted was to cause it guilt after all. The baby had enough to worry over he thought to himself. Once his wound was healed over he held his hand out again. This time he didn't getting himself bitten but instead the creature seemed to decide Incanthis worthy enough to give the whelp pets.

"You're a pretty one, aren't you? Not just because of your colors. From what I know of them I would say that you have a pretty good build. Big feet too which means you're going to get really big, huh?"

After a few more moments later and Incanthis was finally able to talk the bitey, hissy little 'ghost' into allowing it to be picked up. Incanthis gave a smile, resting the baby on his lap, and set to petting him, "There you go. What a sweet little thing you are."

Incanthis sat with 'the ghost' for a while, petting it, while listening to those around him as they talked. They all seemed to be coming up with what they meant to offer to the one that owned the little whelp, how they win them over, and what they would do with the baby. It was after a while of listening, something that was causing his brand to burn, that he got up to his feet. He walked over to the owner of the whelp, and spoke with him in a hushed tone.

After a few moments of quiet conversation the man vanished into the house. A few moments later he reappeared in front of Incanthis, offering him a belled collar. Incanthis gave a smile as he put it on the baby before he was then handed a piece of folded paper. Said paper was tucked away into his pocket before he turned around, "Junior! Come on, it's time to..." He trailed off as he spotted Abie standing there. He stood stock still for a moment before walking over to him, head held high despite his utter terror, baby in hand.

The moment that the others noticed him walking away with baby the men started to protest quite loudly, rushing to complain to the salesman. Incanthis had jumped the line and snapped the beast, something they didn't seem to approve of.

Glancing at Abie he said, "I left a note." He was a bit curious as to why he'd come along... and why he hadn't said anything. It was a bit of a surprise, especially since he'd been thinking that he'd want to get going as far as getting the move underway.

Incanthis blinked a couple times as Abie wrapped an arm around him, helping him to move through the crowd. As they moved Junior and Laqui were quick to flank them in a protective manner, meaning that they had scaly shields. He glanced at Abie, down at the hissing 'ghost', and then back again, "Ahh... he really is sweet he's just scared. I think he's been poked at and crowded for who knows how long..." He said in a hushed tone, shifting the baby in his arms, petting him in a soothing manner to try to get his hissing under control.

As Abie mentioned he'd helping to take care of the ghost he said, "I think once we get home, to somewhere quiet he can calm down, that he will be much less hissy." He wanted to reassure Abie that he wasn't getting in over his head with this one. He had felt it was important that he saved him from those that would just take advantage of his coloration.

Glancing over his shoulder for a moment he looked at Laofay, then back again, "I'm... ahh... sorry I kind of... used your father's name. I... know it's terrible but... I figured the man would be more likely to sell him to me if I... was getting him for you who is important to Laofay." He looked incredibly guilty over having to do such a thing. Asking in a hushed tone, "Do you... think that he will forgive me?"

"Ahh... yes, maybe... but I still feel bad. I know that he wants to help out his children but it wasn't Aqio or yourself that used your name, it was me." Something he felt bad about. The man had been kind to him in the past so he couldn't help but to feel guilty over having used the man's name to aid him in getting his hands on the little 'ghost' whelp. Here was to hoping the man would forgive him for such a thing.

Giving a slow glance at the ghost who was quiet at the moment, though looking a little shifty eyed, he said, "I think it should be alright to travel once he gets a moment to calm down. Maybe we can let him relax on his own for a bit while we finish packing? He should be ready by then... right?" It probably depended on the little ghost and if he was able to deal with the rest of the group of snaptrotters.

When it came to Laqui and Junior he didn't seem to be too worked up, instead it was the big groups of people that he didn't like. He was a bit like Incanthis in that way too.

"I hope so... what they were doing to him, putting him on display like that. It's not something that is comfortable. It made my shoulder ache just seeing him like that." He muttered quietly, one hand lifting to clutch for a moment at the marking on his shoulder that had felt as though it were on fire a short time ago. The pain had eased off though as he moved away from the situation meaning that the pain should go away entirely soon enough.

Glancing over at Abie he couldn't help but to flush a little and muttered, "Ahh... I wouldn't say I am good with them yet but the word better is... closer?" He didn't like crowds, didn't want to be in them, didn't want to risk being seen by his various old masters, but it was a bit better then he'd been right after escaping from Muata? His flush got swords when Abie claimed to love him, something that made him duck his head from embarrassment.

"Ahh... is everything alright?" He asked when suddenly Abie changed the manner in which he was asking, holding on to him differently, seemingly leading him toward home faster. Clinging to Abie while clutching the little ghost to his chest he asked, "I-It's not Muata... is it?"