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Pyrrha's continued comments on how nice his scales looked had Reinaan pretty buttered up as the duo continued moving about the town in search of the others. The shiny natural armor caught the attention of many merchants as well, many selling non-magical jewelry or lavish clothing to compliment his looks. The offers were tempting at points but even with his rudimentary understanding of economics the boy knew he'd dropped a fair bit of gold on the amulet about his neck and didn't think he needed to go spending on things that served no purpose past looking pretty. Still, some of it looked really cool and the Draken could feel himself beginning to reach for more gold before simply pressing on. "So I guess Ryia and Keres would be wherever they're selling food. I wonder where Lindow or Damien went..." the boy wondered aloud. He wasn't expecting Pyrrha to know much more than he did it just helped to speak the thought. Looking behind him he caught sight of Ziiyol, her eyes still fixed on his glimmering scales, as well as Kloqah who he was leading by the reigns. The mount seemed more annoyed than enraptured by the smaller lizard's shinier appearance and was looking to one side or the other, huffing every so often. He was about to turn his attention back forward before something crossed the corner of his eye. It was something familiar yet looked different. He turned about and saw the Thunder Chosen moving about. His clothing was different and his movement wasn't quite as composed as the boy was used to from the witch hunter. But whatever the changes of appearance he couldn't mistake the face. "Heeeey! Lindow!" he called out happily before jogging off toward his friend. He waved Pyrrha on to follow him figuring it best to keep everyone together. He finally got a better look at the man and got to see the details of the armor he had on. It wasn't bad. Reinaan wouldn't have worn it himself but it looked good enough on Lindow. However it soon clicked that he could actually see any of the armor. "Aww," he started somewhat disappointed, "I thought you'd have more new swords." he said with a sly grin at the end.

As Ryia had begun to make her way through the crowd of shops, she was glad that it had been Keres to accompany her throughout the sea of people. If it had been Reinaan she felt like she would've gotten far more attention then she was comfortable with. Even though Pyrrah seemed friendly, the girl still knew very little about her. And as the shopkeepers had seemed to be trying to get both her and Keres to shop through flirtation, she didn't want to think about what would have happened if either Lindow or Damien had been the one with her. Though, it wasn't as though Keres kept less attention off of Ryia herself - in fact she seemed to be doing quite the opposite as she kept deflecting the comments of the shopkeepers onto Ryia herself. All the same, the Earth Chosen enjoyed the Water Chosen's company and even though she was still awkward about being complimented so aggressively by strangers, it wasn't as if she were a stranger to the marketplace. Simply just waving them off the girl said things along the lines of a simple "no thanks," to other comments about either not being interested, not having a need for it or lying that she already had something similar herself. While she seemed to be able to talk to merchants easily enough, once they had finally managed to get past the jewelry and perfume salespeople, the girl let out a sigh. Continuing to take deep breaths, the girl seemed to be a bit drained from the whole ordeal, both from having to bat away the shop owners as well as having to fight against her general urge to actually see whatever their wares might've been. Once she had recollected herself, she began to look back to Keres saying, "well, um...shall we go...purchase some food." As they began to move through the marketplace, Ryia was captivated by all the different food that seemed to be set up. Of course, none of it was things they'd be able to take with them, but having her eyes wander towards the meat that seemed to be being freshly cooked on the spot she couldn't help but start to inch more towards it. Ryia had been in similar situations before, and generally had the willpower to keep herself from spending unnecessarily. Though now, without having to worry about their expenses for provisions she could feel that nagging feeling in the back of her head start to lose out. Of course, between the different farm animals and fish that seemed to be on display, Ryia hardly had an idea of where to begin, and she would've felt bad not buying anything for the others which only let in its own flood of confusion about the situation. As such, to help settle at least some of it, Ryia turned to her shopping partner. "So um, Keres...what kind of uh, food do you like."

So the girl had named the wyvern when she was younger. That...made sense, given the name. It reminded him of how younger Penelope had tried to name the king's pets rather....unusual names. Snowflake was certainly not a fitting name for such a fierce beast. Either way the bond the two shared made Gunther feel better. "Well, I tend to trust animal instincts. Peaches cares for you which, I think, means that you must be a trustworthy person." "we should probably try and get into that chapel-looking building. Maybe find a key in the garrison next to it or something. Unless," he looked over at "Peaches" and her rider, "you two think you could help us just break the doors down." Gunther's smile thinned out into a more even line as Edrick said that. "Of course you'd suggest going in there." He muttered. Yet another religious structure. They had spent more than enough time in those as it was so he wasn't exactly looking forward to spending more time in one. It was the other parts that put him on alert though. "I don't see why we'd want to get into the garrison to begin with. And...I'm not so sure we should be breaking anything in the town. Imagine what the people here would think if they found strangers breaking...everything." He hurriedly looked towards the wyvern and her rider and raised his hands. "Though I'm sure they'll understand if it's an accident." he said, face flushed. The Knight noticed some more animals getting closer. Their actions were...odd, to say the least. They didn't seem to want to eat the food that was laying out. Instead they almost seemed to be...taking care of the stalls. He remembered the things the others had said and started to wonder...perhaps there was more than met the eye to these creatures? He focused in on the large hare that was cautiously making its way towards them. Taking a deep breath the young man moved in its direction. Stopping whenever the animal seemed to be ready to avoid him. "Excuse me...this might be an unusual question. But do you know what happened to the people here?" He asked, awkwardly. It probably looked rather ridiculous, talking to an animal like this, and he was sure the others would think him mad. But...what if the hare could understand him? Penelope's mind started to wander at Licorice's throwaway statement about the chief. What did she mean by that? From what she had seen the chief trusted Licorice greatly. Thought her an important part of his society. Did something happen before they left? She'd have to ask once they were out of this situation. As it stood it sounded like whatever was in this potion of Ciela's was stronger than Penelope realized. She had assumed it would be a purely natural concoction but it contained magic as well? If that was the case then it would be even more difficult to fix. Which to her meant there was only one real answer. "I think all there is to it right now is to wait for it to wear off." "I did not mean to make you all worry about me. While I do not condone you all following me like that...that was...very kind." Penelope smiled at Licorice. It was amusing how oddly adorable the fox girl could be. She looked around for the most comfortable place to sit and seated herself, while keeping an eye on Licorice. "Oh, don't be silly." She said. "I'm always worried anyway. I've got to make sure everyone under my watch is fine after all." The last part had a hint of pride in it as she sat up straighter. "Not to mention you've already tried to eat me once. What's one more time between friends?" The joke was a reference to when the two first met and Licorice carried the princess off in her mouth.

Citron’s head spun as everything around her unfolded. Through the hazey aches her entire body alerted her to constantly, her skull’s rang out the loudest, even as she tried to calm down the Wyvern mere inches away from her, who’s growls did little to aid her brain. She managed however, to collect herself as she glanced upwards, towards the heavily armored man who seemed to be trying to calm down the Beaver. Though, she mainly gave him his attention, because he had began speaking to her himself. "We're actually not from here...well, Alois there is, but the rest of us are just travelers. Similar to you. As for what is going on we have no idea. We only just arrived. I was actually hoping you might have some idea yourself. I'm guessing that's not the case, however, given your circumstances." “Oh.” She murmured in response, lowering her head just a bit. That reply was sort of a kick in the pants, in it’s own way. After all, on the one hand, that meant she still had to find whoever it was who’s stall she totally wrecked, and apologize to their face. Her stomach twisted itself into knots at the thought, especially when she tried to figure out how to explain just what had happened. But those were thoughts for another time. Her eyes practically lit up, as she realized that, being that they weren’t locals, they were thus travelers. And travelers, tend to spend money on supplies. Supplies such as juices, that have important traits and qualities for survival, like citruses. Her ruminations on how best to sell to the group were interrupted, as the armored individual walked forwards just a bit, before stopping himself. Peaches let out a quiet growl in protest, even as he spoke. "You have quite the companion there. He must care for you very much." The man smiled as he spoke, giving off an almost warm expression; almost warm enough to calm Peaches again. But just almost. “Yeah,” Citron smiled back, slowly moving her right arm to rub at the back of her head, as she moved to rest her head on her left arm. “She’s been with me since I was around a year, maybe two years old. Ma’ ‘nd Pa’ said we were practically inseparable. They even let me name her.” She beamed, moving her right arm to rub at the wyvern’s talons. “Mm… She’s kept me safe during our travels, scaring off wild animals when I had to camp. Though, she seems pretty on edge here because of it.” The girl laughed, glancing at the woodland creatures of the town. “She’s not used to critters approaching her.” Her pleasant conversation died down just a bit, as the woman who had made herself known to be a medic spoke up. "I see. Please do not move much for the time being, I will be checking on your injuries. Being buried in rubble for so long can cause a lot of unpleasant internal injuries." The woman explained, taking ointment out as she approached. "Head aside, do you feel any pain anywhere specific?" “Alright,” Citron nodded in response to the first bit of information. This wasn’t the first time a medic had to tend to her injuries; and it likely wasn’t the last. What with the tricks she’d failed to teach Peaches, and the fact that her wyvern was still practically a child, and a novice when it came to flying. “I’ll keep Peaches docile, so feel free to check me out.” She nodded, smiling as she took a tighter grip on the wyvern’s leftmost talon. She knew Peaches disliked that, but they both understood it was a necessary precaution; communication was key, after all; and Peaches knew that this must have meant ‘do not attack this person you stupid overgrown lizard’. “And um... I feel pretty sore all over,” Citron laughed a little, before wincing. “But, it’s mostly my head and my chest. I’d wager that I slammed into the back of Peaches’ scales pretty hard before falling off, to be honest. I bet it looked kinda funny.” She tried to laugh, smiling the entire time… It probably wasn’t her smartest idea to roll onto her stomach earlier, the more she thought about it. "How did you two even get buried by your stall?" The medic asked, presumably while checking her wounds, or at least attempting to. “Uh… Ahahaha… So, funny story,” Citron gave a goofy smile, trying not to move too much as she spoke. “But, um… So we were out, looking for local fruits to spice-up our lemonade with, which in of itself was only sort of a success,” she groaned just a bit at that last statement. They’d must have lost their entire haul in the crash; there was no way it survived with how loosely she had packed it. “But, um… So when we set up, we set up opposite of another fruit stall, since it seemed like the right place. So, when we got close enough to smell fruits, Peaches here,” she squeezed the talon for emphasis. “Decided it was time to land, which it was. The problem is, she landed on the wrong stall, a-la, the other stall I mentioned earlier, which wasn’t used to supporting a wyvern’s weight, or the force she lands at, and so it sorta…” She gestured towards the stall’s broken state. "Wait… so you set up a stall here. In the morning. Without any hassle or without talking to anybody? And no one stopped you? Like at all?” A voice rang out, from the one who had been introduced as Alois by the heavily armored man. “Huh? Oh, yeah, it was real easy, I’ve gotten pretty good at setting up stalls in a short amount of t-” Citron was cut off as the man turned away; saying that everything was fucked, and began conversing with the Beaver about… Something. She couldn’t quite tell what he had said through her apparent pouting at being cut-off, but the Beaver was being very talkative. Sighing, she simply left the medic-person to their devices as she lowered her head back onto her arm. It was one thing to ask a question, especially when someone falls from the sky, but it was always disappointing when they didn’t wait for an answer. Citron was dragged from her pouting, however, when one of the men who helped Peaches from her own binds asked a question. "Unless, you two think you could help us just break the doors down." He pointed at them, after having likely said something else she hadn’t quite been able to focus on, what with having a migraine and everything else that was going on. “Um… It’s probably something we can help with?” She laughed a little, patting Peaches’ talon. “I mean, that stall crumbled like it was nothing earlier, right? So I’m sure a pair of doors would be no trouble,” she grinned. “Though, I can’t guarantee that the rest of the building will be undamaged.” She gave a slight thumbs up.