Douglas
*With the market street being as usually crowded as normal, a hooded figure could be seen walking amonst the crowd, with them looking around the area every moment they could.*

"Hm... I recall so many times i went through here... Shame they arnt like the past before i became who i am."

*While speaking, he would stop and lean on a nearby wall, observing the pedestrians who pass by with slight tempation to aid the organization 'get new hearts'*

"True, i aint a fan of it... But doesnt mean i cant help. Besides, what do these folks need it for anyway? They just wander around as it just sits there."
Brenda
It was almost routine for Dryx at this rate. Every day, he'd wake up on the streets and effectively stumble his way to the markets, quietly finding an alleyway to sit in and play his sitar for money. Bags laid under his eyes and the scrapwork assemblage of dark rags hung around his lanky body loosely as he kept his eyes closed and played what bits and pieces of music he could remember from his now lost home.

This... Existence he had, because he couldn't call it a life. There was too much fog. He felt too much like a zombie... Or perhaps a robot. He felt driven by instinct, but in an eternal state of sluggishness. It was as if his body acted faster than his mind could always think. Like some *Animal*.
Douglas
*As he would be watching the crowd pass by, their eye would be caught by someone in a nearby alleyway playing some sort of instrument.*

"Huh, thats new..."

*With that, they would begin to walk towards them through the crowd, looking at them through his hood with what he says next.*

"Hm, dont recall seeing you around here, whats your business? Not complaining becayse what im hearing your pretty above average from what i heard... Being the only music i recall *Before what i am*...."
Brenda
Dryx would keep his focus on playing his sitar. While his abilities involving it were based in magic, he'd never cared to truly invest in such things... When he was whole, at least. Now, he was somewhat of a slave to the music that always ran through his mind and guided his hands across the strings.

Hearing approaching footsteps, Dryx's eyes would open and he'd quickly look up to see Hexas approach, his nerves quickly got the better of him as he quickly grew anxious.

"Uh... T-trying to just get some coin to make it through the day."