From Ashes Open!

"Faust Szevn."... "And I'm not in the market for armor at the moment, though I appreciate the offer. I'm sure it would be of the same very fine quality your other works exhibit." ... "The same way they are appreciating it only somewhat quieter."

Fei'eth chuckled as he sold his last piece of armour, his only remaining breast plate. Now he was hungry, and tired. It had been a long day for him. He watched as the man turned around, and began talking to a woman. This would not have been odd except for the strange look on his face before he did this. Fei'eth went alert, as he began packing up his things. There was not much to do but put he gold in his sturdily locked chest. He did this, while keeping an eye on the man. Neka'tran noted Fei'eth's unease, and was roused from his bed. He came to stand next to Fei'eth, as the two of them looked at the girl the man was talking to. She had a dog, but it was small. Neka'tran was four times as large, and much stronger. Fei'eth's only worry was were to eat. He waited politely for a pause in their conversation, or for it to end. Then he asked "Are you from around here I just moved in last night, and I am looking for a restaurant. Preferably one my large friend will be fed at as well." He smiled, though wolf riders were uncommon, he figured there would be restaurants that fed them.