In direct contrast, Cassian looked like he'd been pulled right out of a black and white tin type. Black coat, white collar, white flesh and hair and gray eyes. He looked like a ghost, which might have at least been part of the reason the shop keeper seemed so thrown off.
There was a momentary glance behind him at the human rainbow that had chosen to wander into the shop, and perhaps a brief flash of interest as a bird suddenly decided to speak up-
But he was directed back to the shop keeper who had been attempting to flee the oncoming battle.
"I didn't say ye could leave yet, I'm in the middle of pickin'. Ye don't shut down what until I'm finished and that's final!" Back to scrounging, which did, at least, take him closer to Drake and the birds.
It was, partially, to see if there were any silver knick nacks here.
It was also to see if the bird was just very well trained, or very well enchanted.
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There was a momentary glance behind him at the human rainbow that had chosen to wander into the shop, and perhaps a brief flash of interest as a bird suddenly decided to speak up-
But he was directed back to the shop keeper who had been attempting to flee the oncoming battle.
"I didn't say ye could leave yet, I'm in the middle of pickin'. Ye don't shut down what until I'm finished and that's final!" Back to scrounging, which did, at least, take him closer to Drake and the birds.
It was, partially, to see if there were any silver knick nacks here.
It was also to see if the bird was just very well trained, or very well enchanted.
Call him a busy body.
He was.