John
*The grand eyes of the colorful and living capital market would witness a rare sight today. On a sturdy old horse pulling a cart of lumber and it's associated goods, there is the intimidatingly hale figure of a tall and muscular man taking the reins on the back of the sturdy horse. He sticks out quite clearly as a sore thumb, partially because of his ruggedness of appearance but more so of gravely tiredness in his eyes should one stare for a moment too long. He wasn't from around here, but he surely came here, as merchants did, to sell off his payload of lumber and wooden products. Everything from woodcarver's trinkets to rudimentary toys to shavings for whatever reason to sawdust substitute for alchemy or pieces and augments to furniture... They were all on his cart. And logs too... Of course.*

*Finding a good and proper place amongst the business of the market, he lets his horse rest and gets off of it and flips open something to turn his cart into an impromptu stand for anybody that needs any sort of wood products in any sort of fashion. This was his most diverse product mix yet... After all... He knew he had to bring the best and most to the capital market over his hometown or Girian. Though really just wanting to rest himself on a comfortable bed, he is able to persevere enough to wipe that grave, intimidating expression off his face and readjust his hair and cloak, so that he would look more kempt, less scraggly, and so that the cruel and sheer power of his build would be hidden behind a softer and more agreeable curtain of cloak.*

*Now drawing out a sign and a chair and nothing more, he sets up his modest stand there in the market place, figuring that he wouldn't badger oncoming potential patrons for the time being like the other merchants did. He'd expend the last of his energy much too fast that way, and it was already a bit too much for him... Everybody milling around and all. At least it was outside and not within the strangling confines of a building.*

*He sets out the trinkets and wooden toys in front to catch the eyes of prospective patrons first, and placed himself lower than everybody else in his seat so that they wouldn't be intimidated by the strange newcomer (after all, he only did this every so often). He looks around the market slowly*
Randy
Artemis never was one to go out to markets if not for something absolutely essential, like herbal remedies, meats and veggies and all those sorts. Though, by nature, Artemis needed little more than adoration and love to survive many years, she still took pleasure in cooking and eating said foods - who said she couldn't enjoy it despite her "Immortal" Nature? The market was crowded, though that was to be expected for.. Well, a market. It was lively and bustling, with all sorts of goods being sold; fresh produce, tailored garments, jewellery that, with a closer look at it with her exceptional feline eyesight, was often most definitely fake or cheap gemstones rather than the sapphires and diamonds they promised. She was never a fan of places as busy and overfilled like markets, she hated how closely she was crammed with other people. Thankfully to her feline nature, she was able to shimmy and squirm through the crowds and groups with relative easy - a unhappy look on her face as she suppressed a gag reflex from just *Touching* These people - of course it wasn't a jab at the people of Alynthi, more so Artemis' personal and general hatred with physical touch.

Walking past the merchants and carts full of different items, ranging from useful to eccentric and curious, this was one of the parts she enjoyed. Though nothing had particularly caught her eye yet, save for some delicious smelling, and by the looks of it, freshly hung cod and salmon in all their scaly glory, the particular gag inducing smell of fish being old and, well, fishy, was not present. Though she had to force herself to turn around, a slight skip in her step - she'd come back to buy them soon. In the meantime, something else had caught the cats eye amidst all the yelling and advertising merchants in the market, sauntering her way over to the cart full of, from what she could tell, mostly wood-based products.

Her attention was more on the basic, if not primitive toys on the cart, semi ignoring the

Large, intimidating and lumbering man that owned it. Reaching out a clawed finger to tap one of the toys with great interest, she looked back up to the carts owner - a nervous smile on her face. The most dreaded part of buying goods, she thought to herself, *Social interaction*. Though it wasn't really necessary to purchase a wooden toy, she decided she'd treat herself, pointing to no toy in specific and rather the lot of them.

"I-I'd like to uh, buy a.. Toy.. Figure?" She stumbled with her words, her awkward speech and tone of voice betraying her, in comparison, elegant and confident appearance. "What are these all of? I.. If you don't mind me asking! Uhm, of course.." She spoke, tensing up with each word - berating herself internally for her stupid choice of words, or moreso how strangely she had worded it.
John
*His sitting stance was sprawled wide and almost lazily, he held himself with own two great, thick arms. More specifically, his elbows rested on his knees and he held his head i his hands, occasionally bringing them over his face or running them through his hair as if to rub any sort of evidence of tiredness from his face. It was... Relatively ineffective, and had a feeling his mother would scream and slap him upside the face if she had seen how bad his dark circles had gotten on the journey. He couldn't help staying awake when he rested in nature at the night, because nature never realy truly slept. In reality, he only really felt "Tired" When he had come to the marketplace, and only then did the blood snd veins in his lower eyelid seem to pulse sndthrob to inform him of his eyebags*

*To the other, he might very well look like he was brooding even though his thoughts were empty. Seeing something of a glint... A clawed finger... That primal feeling of encountering a beast overtakes him for just a second snd spurs him to life. His heart thumps profoundly for a few seconds, before he sits up straight and draws his axe to his side, all while sitting. He just glances over once he realizes that the clawed hand was not attached to one that meant harm. When she looks back at him, he now looks much more awake, alert, and alive. Any trace of the dark graveness was flushed away aside from the dark circles under his eyes.*

*She could also tell pretty immediately that this whole social interaction part in a busy place was also pretty dreaded seemingly for him too. His internal voice tells him to draw a potential buyer in by looking welcoming and compensating for his god-awfully rugged appearance. He feigns to her a small smile that becomes a more genuine one once he hears the evident awkwardness of tone. So maybe not unlike him in that context* "Ah, they're just little things that I make and carve for my enjoyment, apparently kids like 'em too." *He shrugs* "Well, I don't ta

"Well, I don't take inspiration from much other than the natural world around me." *After all, many of the toys were swinging or flapping things to imitate the motion of birds or butterflies, and the trinkets were intricately carved pieces of flora and fauna. There were some besutifully carved wildflowers that he had immortalized in carved wood on the front stand, as well*
Randy
She smiles pleasantly, if not a bit strangely due to her profound awkwardness and social ineptitude. Though his explanation of the trinkets on the cart makes her a little happy, and far more curious at the little items - beneath the white, intricately golden-lines cloak she wore, her feline ears perked up with great interest at the intricate carving of wildflowers in wood at the very front of the stand, leaning down to get a better eye-to-eye view of it as she hummed and smiled. How.. Pretty, she couldn't help but think. She wanted it, however she didn't know how she'd bring it with her.. It'd be a bit annoying to carry and travel with, as she didn't exactly *Have* A home, the smile replaced by a little frown.

She stepped back, hand at her chin as she thought for a moment, her right arm wrapped around her body. She was trying to think of this in a way she could properly budget and make travel easier , though her tendency to splurge took over as she sighed, giving in to her urges as she gently picked up the wood carving with her two hands, tilting her head at the unique display. It was so very charming, she couldn't help but think. She wasn't one to spend on little trinkets and gadgets that didn't contribute to her wellbeing, no matter how desperate the urge was, so this was certainly a first. She was a bit worried she might spiral into a spending spree after this, chuckling to herself softly and shaking her head.

"How much would this unique little thing be? And, do you have any deer-themed carvings? If so, I'll buy that as well." She smiled sweetly, her tone clearing up a bit as she was able to speak a bit better, more slower- she was worried for a brief moment that this might cost her too much, though she shrugged it off. She had ample money to spend, signified by the clinking of coin in the pouch at her hips as she shuffled around. Being a dancer made for some hefty, nice income.