Jira started walking back along the alleys after collecting his wares from Matt. The gent had been kind, even going as far as giving him a few eggs when he left, apparently nothing more of his had been sold. It was amazing how kind some vendors could be so kind when others chose to constantly attempt squandering others with their conman acts. Jira was no saint. He'd sold painted wares and called them gold before, and his ghosts were still haunting him. What choice had he had; be honest and go hungry? City life, and trying to sell in the city at all, was rough. Villagers tended to be more easily suckered, especially those who'd never traveled or lived in a city where they could pass up his cons after a glance-assessment. 

For now he wandered the street thinking of all the shadow man had said. Now that his head had stopped throbbing and had retreated to a dull ache, his thought could be as they were without a haze of, well, 'Poor Me.' Go to the graveyard, how much does she mean to you... these messages spiraled throughout his mind. No... no he couldn't let his new found honey think he was a coward! What kind of merchant would he be if he let such a beautifully endowed woman consider him a fool, or worse!

[i]Incompetant.[/i]

Just as he had settled on the fact that he'd turn around and go to see her right away, his spirit once again picked up. He began walking... jogging... running with everything on his back jiggling. His legs began to fly at the thought of seeing her again and somehow wooing her with his obviously so suave charms. As he ran, flying past everyone [i]including[/i] Felicia as he went to the graveyard, he kicked up a large amount of dust. Years of carrying his heavy wares made him faster than most, but he still had his wares on his back and couldn't be at his full speed. He laughed as he came to the graveyard and struck a dynamic pose.

[b]"Dry those eyes
Fast those tears
It's no surprise,
RAIN SPIDER'S HERE!"[/b]

The crickets chirped on.