Matthew
*What a fine day for scamming thought Horace in this day. Though in truth, everyday was a good day for the elf to conduct his 'business'...*

*Walking across the more empty and sparely guarded areas of the city, Horace was on the prowl. His scouts had told him a rather oblivious crowd had walked into the city today, and if he was lucky he'd find some.*

*Dressed in a more casual look to better convince, a white button shirt loosely held together. Sloppily tucked half into his brown jeans, with some brown boots to match. The elf skulked about the streets and alley, waiting for someone to wander in unknowingly.*
Denise
*Unknowingly was an understatement, considering Kynia had never moved through a crowded street before. The avian attempted to squeeze through, but he was far too light and was pushed back by the tide. He dusted himself off, instead opting to wait at the side for an opening in the torrent. His eyes flicked up to the sun, gauging the time vaguely... Noon. Not a bad time, though he was a bit hungry at this point. He pulled out his bag of silvers, counting them slowly; chirping happily as he went.*
Matthew
*A flash, a glint of light reflecting of the shiny coins. Most ignorant, save for Horace. His emerald eyes targeting the avian creature who seemed preoccupied with his own wallet. A grin appearing on his face as he slowly crept up to the boy.*

*Eventually arriving, the elf did his best to throw on a friendly smile.*
"Howdy there Mister. If you don't mind me saying, you seem to be having some troubles... Lost? Or is the swarm Abit much for you?"
Denise
*Kynia had noticed Horace a few moments before he attempted to get his attention, turning to face him a second beforehand, tilting his head and trilling softly.*
"Yes, mister. Both, I'm having trouble with both. I'm very new to these cities, and this crowd keeps pushing me away...*
*He seemed to deflate a moment, cooing softly as he put away his money pouch.*
Matthew
*Horace puts on a sympathetic expression, softly eyeing where the avian stores his valuables. His look turning back to the bird's face as he seemed to think for a moment.*

"I see... That's quite unfortunate. However, I think you might be in luck. I'm somewhat of a local guide around here. Use my free time to help the lost souls that have wandered in. Care for some help?"