Jody
*The market was a perfect place for many in need of equipment replaced and repaired to be. Mox finding his way here after another job finished, having been hired by a merchant on their way to Mentian in need of a bit of security the job went without an issue until the last leg of the journey. Having run into bandits just a few miles off from the city one two things where clear to Mox now that he was here. The first being it was time to restock arrows, the second being it was time for a new cloak.*

*Having set himself up in an inn for the next few nights while he restocks the only equipment he brought to the market today was his armor and his short sword just in case something happened. The Crossfox Canifor currently standing in front of a stall selling weaponry as he takes stock of the arrows for sale. Picking up one to poke at the arrowhead, broad heads where his usual go to but the strange shape and teeth on the arrows he had been offered did interest him. Till he had been given details on the price. Scowling as he sets the arrow down and moves to head for another stall.*
Rebecca
*The centaur soon noticed the young canifor, remarking in surprise on seeing another beastkin in the mainly Macen Mentia, and approached him with a wave.*
"Excuse me sir, apologies to bother you - I was wondering if you would be interested in a taste test?"
*He asked, shaking the basket gently as he cantered over.*
Jody
*Mox was already on his way to the next stall when he hears someone call out to him. Immediately out of reflex his right hand goes to rest on the short sword at his right hip, the Canifor's ears perking up and swiveling just a hairs breath before his muzzle turns to look at the centaur.*

*Shock first played across his features. Another beastkin, and this one didnt look like a slave unlike the ones he saw in a few other lands.* "Oh. Hello." *He greets awkwardly as he turns his attention to them, eyeing the basket curiously for a moment.* "What is this?"
Rebecca
*Circine noticed the move of Mox's hand to his sword, tensing up a little at the anticipation of a drawn weapon, but relaxed again as he greeted him.*
"Hello there, yes - I've made some rations, but I've tried salting them this time. I've tried them myself, and I'd say they taste fine - but I want to make sure they taste fine to others as well, so I can share them on missions..."
*He explained, picking up a piece of celery and taking a bite out of it, cocking his head at Mox curiously.*
"Are you from around here, sir? I haven't seen many of your kith before."
Jody
*Mox sizes up Circine, taken off guard at the offer of the rations as he stares for a second.* "No point in not trying." *He answers, why pass up free food? Why would they want to poison someone right here in the middle of a crowd?*

*Picking up the piece of celery he takes a bite out of it just as the question is answered. Deciding to chew instead of talk with a mouth full and finishes before answering.* "Not usually a greens fan but I like it, and nah. Just passing through. Came in with one of the caravans as hired muscle to keep bandits off them." *By the condition of his equipment he probably did face some bandits, that or the elements were unkind as the dull shine of metal plates could be seen where the cloth covering of his brigandine had been sliced or torn. Another thing he needed repaired.*
Rebecca
"Oh, good!"
*He beamed happily, closing the basket and attaching it to one of the metal hoops on his back, tapping his chin thoughtfully at Mox's second statement.*
"Hm, I see. The paths have been quite dangerous recently... I don't often have trouble with bandits - most are simply too weak to ambush me without getting knocked aside as I ride."
*He explained with a chuckle, stamping his strong front legs to make a point.*
"I assume you'll be making quite a few repairs, from the state of your armour. I'm heading off to get some of my caparison repaired as well, so perhaps we'll be walking the same direction a while."
*He chuckled again, wearing a gentle expression. Usually, the centaur was cold towards others, out of habit after meeting so few strangers throughout his life in his tribe. But he couldn't bring himself to show contempt for beastkin.*
Jody
"You wouldnt happen to know the area and a merchant selling decent arrows for cheap? I'll even take just the heads at this point." *Mox asks as the Canifor sets in beside the centaur, letting them take the lead. He recalled something one of the elders of his tribe taught him. A Canifor's fangs were strong but you never disrespect a centaur within striking distance or an open field. This one seemed rather interesting, Mox having no issue sharing the road with them.* 

"How are these lands when it comes to our own? When I passed through the lands of the elves they seemed rather wary of me, even refused service at times."
Rebecca
"That would be one of my most frequent stops, actually. These blunt easily, and aren't effective for hunting unless sharp, so I've found a suitable fletcher for the job, yes."
*Circine responded, gesturing down the left fork in the pathway, leading down towards the town square. 

Changing his gait to keep in line with Mox, he recalled his own stories from his village - legends of beastmen warriors riding into battle upon centaur cavalry, both entered into a life bond as fellow men-at-arms. These stories had enraptured him and his kin, each and every one of them fantasising about their true companion. 

Perhaps Circine would find that person one day, but he doubted it would be soon.*
"The Macen are far wiser than the Silnaria when it comes to these things - never have I been turned away from a Macen vendor if I had the coin. Of course, not everyone shares this sentiment, but it is quite the opposite of Elven thought."