The grin on Navia's features told Théadan he had done something right in his choice of dress, or perhaps the explanation he had offered when making the decision. Navia looked satisfied, and that was what mattered for him, she had turned back to the merchant to talk price. Looking at the merchant, Théadan realised her eyes were wandering over him, had she perhaps not seen a Mes'Mo'Tanian before? Or perhaps the recent war was giving her reason to scrutinize him. Whatever the reason, the drawn out wandering look made him feel uncomfortable. She spoke the common tongue just fine though, which suggested she often traded with foreigners, so it was likely not a case of seeing a Mes'Mo'Tanian for the first time. Théadan watched the exchange Navia had with the woman, bartering for her new clothes, succeeding, and then pilfering his pocket for the coin pouch they shared. He would not have thought anything of it, had she not offered up a smirk as she did so. His eyes rolled at her antics.<br/><br/>Conspiratorial whispers were exchanged between the merchant and Navia, it was Théadan's turn to look at them with a creased brow, wondering what they were up to. Navia had already bartered, what more was being said? Both their dark eyes were on him for just a moment, and he found himself looking between the two women, both wearing smirks. Just what was going on? What did they find amusing about him? And it clearly was something to do with him. Navia simply gave the woman a nod, and said nothing else of the matter, leaving Théadan to wonder what silent conversation was exchanged between the pair? Navia finished buying her clothes, though not without one last laugh with the merchant, making Théadan paranoid that this was still something to do with him. Would he be the subject of many private Khluri jokes while here? He had to wonder.<br/><br/>Navia's smile was bright and innocent, and Théadan was not believing it at all having watched that exchange. She tossed the coin pouch back at him, which he caught deftly in his left hand, before pocketing for safekeeping. Suggestions for what they could do next were on her lips, but her eyes spied the azure cloth on Wyndagar's saddle. Her fingers touched it, and he was shown Navia's teasing side as she jibed him for already decorating his horse in Khluri fashion, before continuing to guide Wyndagar along with a gentle touch. Théadan followed on behind her, letting go of Wyndagar's bridle since she wanted to guide him for the time being, his hand instead rested on Wyn's flank to let his horse know he was still by his side. "Me? No, no." Théadan replied, dismissing any notion that he was buying into Khluri fashion already. He pointed his hand at Wyndagar, "That was Wyn's idea, he wanted to make sure he looked his best while helping to take you home." A grin spread across his features as he added. "He's expecting a hero's reward when he finally returns Khlurios lost Duchess."<br/><br/>Théadan swiftly moved on back to what Navia had been asking they do next. "Lets see if we can find a map first." He suggested, "We can look for something for lunch after, perhaps we'll smell something while we're looking for a map." He was hungry, he hadn't eaten yet, and he had smelled a few things walking up the road that had made his stomach rumble. What kind of food would Khlurios have? Would Navia have something in mind for their first meal in her homeland. It could all be answered in a short while, what Théadan really wanted an answer to, was that odd exchange she had with the merchant. "What were you talking about with the woman back there?" He asked, deciding to be nosy, he was certain it must have been something about him, the way they both stared at him for a moment couldn't have been anything else. "I've seen those looks before, the smirks I've seen plenty of times when you find something funny, and the quiet chuckle between women...well I've heard that before too, and it's usually been at my expense!" There had been a handful of times he could recall it back in Mes'Mo'Tan, usually when he was forced to entertain a visiting noble's daughter and her entourage. Those smirks and quiet chuckles was usually reserved for when he had done something silly. So what was it this time?