As the group approaches the town, Aethon's discomfort with his new-found form is plain to see; somewhat self-conscious of his decidedly non-standard shape before, he knows that now he's going to be the center of attention no matter where he goes.  Trying to find some small bit of comfort in what's happened, he at least realizes that at the very least, nobody else will need to worry about any undue attention with him around.  Fortunately the dragonmark itself was mostly obfuscated by his bright scales and it would require someone being almost on top of him to notice.<br/><br/>As he has little to no experience in the marketing and sale of old relics, Aethon is more than happy to part with them for the agreed-upon price.  When Surkil mentions the offer for additional research, he just shakes his head.  "I'll welcome any input you have on the subject, of course, but I don't think you'll be able to find much of an explanation for what happened to<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>.  While I'll be the first to admit that we engaged in some rather...unorthodox activities, there was no indication that it'd lead to something like this."  Looking over at Alizome as she asks about the activities the city had to offer, he just chuckles.  "Well, unless you intend to have half the city gawking at me, I should probably stay somewhere indoors and out of the way."