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This region was hotter than he was used to. Owaen was sure that his shirt was forever stuck to his back as he wandered the Oban region. Shading his eyes from the glare of the sun above he looked down at the equally hot Duruf that panted at his side. "I agree, this is hotter than even home on a good day."

The canine at this feet gave a bark as a glossy feathered Averin perched on his shoulders. The tropical colored critter stretched its wings and gave a bit of a purring chirp. It seemed that it was having a lovely time in this heat. Owaen had come to Sulburi to see the largest city of the region, perhaps to even catch a ride to Yael that he had heard about.

"I certainly over dressed for this place." He commented to the Duruf as he noticed that many wore lighter clothing, some men only wore pants and displayed their darker skin proudly. Owaen himself was pale against those around him. And he certainly didn't have the courage to go topless, he worried he'd burn.

Casting his violet gaze around at those that bustled around. The call of the vendors of the local marketplace sounding here and there. The air here was a bit cooler and it made it more tolerable. Stopping amongst the crowd to get a drink from his own water flask. Someone bumped into him, Owaen nearly tumbling head of heels to the ground managed to catch himself.

"Hey now..." He choked, having been in the process of swallowing some water. At his feet, Mocki the Duruf barked at the one who had bumped into his master. The Averin merely fluttered to the nearest perch and peered down. "Mocki.. That's enough." He coughed, clearing whatever water was left from his windpipe. "It was surely an accident.."

The cutting words were a sting to an already fractured pride, well at least someone around here was honest. Even if they could soften their words just a little bit, wiping his mouth and face off with an handkerchief from a pocket he looked towards the woman who had bumped into him. Mocki still barked at her before snorting and trotting back over to Owaen.

"Belrea has a hot climate as well, depending on where you live." He commented, being told that he had wandered into the wrong region. "Been traversing through this region for a week or so. Traveled mostly by covered wagon.." He had caught a ride with a traveling caravan that dropped him off at the city before moving on to their own destination.

There was a comment about losing some layers. It was true that he could possibly lose a layer, but he was still a little self conscious. "I should be alright." Though this he wasn't all that sure about. "But you are from this region, perhaps you could point me towards a place I can find something more appropriate to wear?"

Owaen was quite sure he could find a place on his own, he just wanted to know if someone else could offer advice. His pack held only clothing he would wear in slightly cooler climates. He had debated going to the colder northern region, but the heat had a bigger draw. It was something familiar to him. "Name's Owaen." He offered a hand, while stuffing his handkerchief back into his pants pocket.

"Yes, Sauti and Tale didn't seem as warm as this area. The sun is more visible that is for sure." Owaen concurred as his hand was taken in greeting. The firm grip she gave him, he returned, but perhaps not as hard, before releasing his grip on her hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you Nasuri."

He stared at her for a moment at the mention of showing him some things that could substitute his current clothing. He was of course wearing a dark colored dress shirt under a soft leather vest. It was his normal attire, the dark slack like pants finished it. His shoes weren't as glossy as they probably were when he started on this venture. He was dressed to impress, not so much for rough travel.

"I would hate to keep you away from your family. You can just point out a place and I think I can handle it myself.' He sometimes missed his own mother who was still back in Belrea, but he knew she would be fine, she was well loved in their city.

He was a little perplexed when Nasuri mentioned that shoping was her thing, wasn't it everyone's thing? To a point at least? He only really when shopping when others pointed out that his clothing was either getting too small or too worn out. He was dedicated to only having a few sets of clothing. Fewer now that he wasn't merely traveling to work and home again.

"But I won't say no to the help or company. New places can be a little daunting, I have realized." And it is what he got for not doing his research before coming across the ocean by airship. Giving a sharp whistle, he called the Averin back from its perch where it had been preening its feathers. The Duruf still remained seated at Owaen's feet.

"Oh yes, there are my companions. The Duruf is Mocki and the Averin doesn't have a name yet." He said petting the avian who gave a purring chirp.

"I'm not going to pass out." Owaen said as he waved his hand in a bit of a dismissal. Though he did feel like he had been shoved into the tavern's oven with the heat on as high as it would go. "I am sure I would have found somewhere cool to hide away until the sun set." He truly didn't want to keep her from things she had to do, but all the help was... Helpful.

"Back home, my mother is a seamstress. She was always making my clothing. My boss always tells me that a Bartender should look better than their patrons." Though this he wasn't too sure about, some that came to the Averin's Nest were better dressed than he was. Most were dock workers, but some were more upscale. "Lighter clothing would be wonderful, how are the evenings here? Do they get colder as the sun goes down?"

He asked this as he wove through the masses following Nasuri. She seemed to know this area better then he did, he bumped into people here and there. Apologizing as he did and quickly caught back up. The buildings here did rise high over head blocking out the most of the sunlight. The calls of the vendors rang out over the crowds. He stopped a moment to look at something before hustling to catch back up.

"Mocki always likes treats, The Averin..." He looked at the bird as it was staring at something. "You have to keep an eye on, it likes to steal its food from others." Owaen go a hold of the Averin before it could leap from him to a fruit vendor's stand. The Averin gave a chirp as it wiggled in Owaen's grasp. "And this is what I mean." He chuckled heading towards the vendor to purchase a couple of fruit to give to his companions.

With the Averin occupied with a bit of fruit he looked back towards Nasuri who had graciously waited for him to get his companions something, mostly the feathered one. "It certainly ain't shy to take something. It's famous for taking something off someone's plate back home." The Averin merely continued to craunch on its fruit, now content.

There were comments said, before Owaen stepped off to get something for his companions that made him turn a light shade of red. It was true that his clothing was nice looking, his mother put in a lot of time to his clothing. 'dress to impress' was something she often told him. But in this case he did have to agree, there came a time it did feel like his clothing were stuck to his skin. The was one of those times. "Sometimes she does go a little overboard with the stitching." This comment was more for himself then anyone else to hear. He loved his mom, but sometimes he did wish she would let him wear something that wasn't so formal.

Owaen continued to follow behind Nasuri through the market, his attention was distracted now and again before she pointed out the tailor shop. There had also been talk of her family along the way, but he was too distracted to make much comment to it. He debated on what he could pick up from the stands nearby to take back home... Whenever he chose to return to Belrea and take up ownership of the tavern... If he ever wanted to go back, so far he was having fun exploring Tendaji.

"This place that good, huh?" he asked as they approached the tailor shop. Pulling at the top of his own shirt to try and find a bit of relief from the heat beneath the fabric, he looked back to Nasuri. "So is this shop owned by a friend of yours?"

"She could open her own shop if she really wanted too, but mom mostly takes special orders." He mentioned, his gaze cast out to watch their surroundings. While he was a trusting person, there were always the possibility of someone shady somewhere. "Mom would take in more income of she did have a shop to sell her creations." This was more to himself, but it was loud enough to be heard.

As they stood outside the shop he looked up at the weather worn sign that hung over the door. It barely moved in what little breeze there might have been outside. He glanced back towards Nasuri as she mentioned stripping out of his clothing due to the heat. "I do have my pride, plus I think I would burn easily in the sunlight here." he looked up towards the sky, the sun had drifted behind the buildings. Owaen was more of an indoor person, working to maintain order in his establishment and keeping the rabble happy.

"The Averin wouldn't wipe out much on its own. If there were a flock then you'd have trouble. Should see migration season on Belrea. The market place is vacant for three days, until the flocks have passed on to the forests again." He laughed, "Most people stayed inside as well, then there would be those who would clean the streets of droppings. Unpleasant business when its migration season."

"I shall take your word on the quality of the work, I know nothing will be like my mom's, but something lighter will be a great help. So I shall be right behind you." He said before following Nasuri into the establishment. The Duruf followed him as the Averin took back its perch on his shoulder and pack, large eyes staring around at the sights within. It still munched on its fruit, preoccupied and not too interested in things... Yet...

Owaen followed Nusari into the shop, the all too familiar smell of fabric smacked him in the face. Stopping a moment he looked around at all the finely crafted garments. The sight of the hanging fabric and the array of styles was astounding. This was more than what his mother kept around for selling. As Nasuri asked him a question, Owaen shook the haze from his head.

"She makes mostly custom dresses for things like festivals and weddings. She will fit a man for a tux or something special." He answered as he too walked around the shop. He had heard the voice that answered from the back and he was curious to know who this person was.

"If only she would listen and get herself a shop to sell her creations. She might even get more business that way too, right now she does everything out of the house."

Owaen stopped at line of shirts and was looking them over. The work was as good as his mother's. They used a different stitch than she did, but it didn't take away from what they were looking for. Turning his head towards Nasuri he looked at the shirt that she had picked up. He wasn't too sure about the bright colors, he was a more subtle man and darker colors were more his thing.

"That looks nice, but I don't think I would look that good in bright colors." Though his mother did have a saying, 'don't knock it until you try it on.'. And this was one of those moments he frowned at his own words, remembering. "Though Perhaps I should try it on to see what it would look like?"