It was such a curious sight to see Navia fawning over the lamb nuzzling against her fingertips. Théadan knew she had love and respect for the animals of the world, he had seen it from the moment she had first met Wyndagar. But there was a look in her eye that held some regret that she couldn't keep the little lamb for herself. She did joke about the temptation to buy all the animals they saw, and Théadan could only imagine the headache Risho would have after their trouble just getting Wyn onboard. Though it was amusing for Théadan to imagine the look on Risho's face at such a sight, it still struck Théadan as a little odd she was so taken by the lamb so eagerly seeking her attention. Then again, how many baby animals had they seen on their journey? Perhaps Navia always found cute animals so endearing.<br/><br/>Whatever the reason, she was happy and enjoying herself, and that was all that mattered to Théadan. Her hand found his once she managed to pull herself away from the lamb, and she rightly pointed out they probably only had a couple hours left before it was dark. Wandering a strange town at night, trying to find a tavern was not an ideal situation to have. Once they began to step away, she spoke quietly how the farmer sold the lambs as food, it wasn't a surprise, it was a common meal in Mes'Mo'Tan, but he could sense the sadness in her voice at that, but it quickly changed as she brought up the cottage by the sea, and the idea to have a barn nearby. Théadan had to keep himself from chuckling as Navia painted an image of her being followed by a small herd of lambs, and her not knowing what to do with herself, just happy to have so many cute lambs around.<br/><br/>With the question of where they should go, Théadan pointed up some steps to where there was an over lookg. "Upwards, I think. I'd like to see the view, and we might be able to pick a path for ourselves." He was certain it would be a pretty sight, and if they could spot where the tavern was from up there, they could better plan where they decided to go between here and there. They went up the steps hand in hand, people had been thoughtful enough to create a stone wall along one side to keep anyone falling down the extremely steep slope on the other side. He returned to her suggestion for a barn, and her herd of sheep as they went, "I'm sure we can make room for a nearby barn, if having a small herd of lambs pleases you. As they grow up we could even have their fleeces made into warm clothing if we do live far enough north in Khlurios for us to feel some semblance of cold weather." He suggested with a smal grin, though he was unsure just how serious Navia was about the idea, but it did no harm for them fantasise about their idea of a perfect home.<br/><br/>As they neared the top, it was clear this was still an area where people conducted business, though most were trying to sell a service of some kind rather than goods. There was large flat circular area with those trying to sell their service on one side, and on the other side was the wall with the view of the town and marina below, though Théadan was able to take a moment to enjoy it. As soon as took the last step to the top, he felt a cold pair of slender hands slip in to his free one, and quickly raise them before a powdered face. "Ah you have hands of a warrior. Rough and weary for many years holding swords." Came a womans voice in a strange accent he hand never heard before. Her eyes were studying his hand, but she was dressed unlike anyone he had ever seen. A single roble from shoulders to sock covered toes in wooden shoes. The robe crossed at the waist, and had designs of flowers all over in colourful purples, but it really was the face that caught the eye, powedered a stark white, with a contrasting crimson red lips as the only colour on her face, and her hair all done up in buns.<br/><br/>Théadan was so caught off guard by the woman grabbing his hand, and her odd look, that he was not at all paying attention when another woman; who could well have been her twin for the identical way in which she was dressed, stepped behind him and somehow managed to fit herself between him and Navia, and break their hand hold. "But so much tension in muscles." She spoke in the same accent.<br/><br/>"It always builds up in the life of a warrior." Said the other with a shake of her head, as though she had seen it many times before. The two women started dragging him off in one direction while they spoke. "Never time to rest." Said one. "Never time to relax." Said the other. "Come with us, the people of Marros have just the method to relax warriors." Said the first invitingly as though she was giving a choice, but since he now had a woman on both arms guiding him in a very specific direction, Théadan did not feel like he had much choice.<br/><br/>"Er, Navia?" He called back to her, looking over his shoulder, seeking some help in getting him out of this situation.<br/><br/>"Acupuncture releases tension, and eases the soul." Said one of the women right as he saw a man laying on his front on a wooden bench with what must have been hundreds of exceptionally fine needles stuck all over his back, giving hom the appearance of a hedgehog. "Navia?" He called again, feeling suddenly a lot more concerned.