Thalen devoured the bird from the spit and thanked the cook profoundly as if he had sold to him something that was prepared by a master of masters. Flattered the cook gave the Rath'Kar warrior a slip of cloth to clean the grease and juices from the meat and looked around the market once more to take in the sights after pul. He saw a dark skinned man, young looking with white hair was not too far feasting on juicy fruit. A little further, Thalen caught a glimpse of a woman in very exotic looking attire which he suspected might be from the Daigotsu Empire from what he had heard about it. She also seemed much respected by how people were greeting her before she headed to the seadog guild. 
He saw three people, two of which seemed like a merchant pair and the third a potential buyer. What he could see from where he was, they might be Hakedians. What was most interesting however was seeing guards chasing a cloaked man who took it to the rooftops. Thalen couldn’t help but wonder how it would end. The guards in Vekia weren’t idiots and they made sure that the city was secure, even the roofs with crossbowmen. 

Thalen returned the spit and decided to head to an herbalist or such. Some creatures were poisonous so having some cures and medicine with him while on hunts would be most preferable. He asked around and those he asked told him about Lady Kwan.

He approached her establishment but there was no one attending it, at least not her. After asking some of the people around, he managed to pay an peasant child to run along to find her.

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Lord Haklo was walking casually through the markets, examining some wears until a large eagle suddenly found a perch on his shoulders. His retinue were shocked and they were even about to draw their swords. However they calmed down and so did Haklo after his initial shock. He still had his hand on the dagger at his side since the eagle landed on his shoulders. “You defecate on me and you will be a peasant’s dinner” Haklo said to the eagle and continued to walk around the market, past three Hakedians doing business and then to a tavern known as “The Farmer’s Daughter” 
He entered the building with the eagle on his shoulders and one of his retinue, one of which stayed behind in front of the tavern. Haklo looked over at the tavern and there were two that caught his eye immediately. At least one was an elf woman who was…well…barely clad at all. The person she was talking with clad in just about everything black. Sure, House Desol often wore black themselves but at least they flared it with some other color instead of going nothing black. His eyebrow arched for a moment, he approached the barkeep. “Roasted meat for this” He said to the barkeep, pointing at the eagle on his shoulder.