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[telestics]

Who: The Medicine Seller and whoever.
What: The creeper's first appearance in the city.
Where: Gardens > City
When: Day
Warnings: He's a creep. Also if you're some supernatural being he probably knows it, and if you don't want him to just tell me. He skirts around subjects a lot anyway. Also you can switch to action brackets if so inclined.

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[feycarved]

Elijah had already gotten well used to the notion of new and unusual fey around damn near every corner of this place: that "dark elf" Lioriley, whatever the hell that Vantas kid was, and probably more he had yet to encounter or were masquerading as humans. As such, he wasn't all too surprised to see the man on the road; his manner of dress and that thing on his back could likely be explained away by wherever he had come from, but those ears and the markings on his face clearly marked him as something not human.

So of course he wasn't surprised. But he was still wary, wary enough to abandon his other investigations of the day to tail him. He cast a small silencing ward about himself-enough to quiet his footsteps, but hopefully not so strong as to catch the fey's attention-and began his pursuit.

[telestics]

The Medicine Seller knew he was being followed, but he made no conscious effort to actually sway his pursuer off his trail. No, this man must have wanted something, but it was too bad that his efforts were in vain. If asked the tattooed man would simply say that he was only a medicine seller, a boring human just like everyone else-- or, rather, mostly everyone else.

He traveled through the city, speaking to no one unless spoken to, addressing nothing of particular interest until he reached the quaint little market within. Funny, even in a world where one could dream up anything they desired, some wished for nothing more than the monotony of every day pleasures that they experienced back in their worlds; like grocery shopping and the like.

At some point he stopped, dropping his large wooden box off his back and settling against a stone wall. Nope, Elijah would find nothing of interest unless he actually decided to speak to him, and even then it was debatable.

[feycarved]

Well. So far, this had proven to be a colossal waste of time.

Yet, somehow, Elijah was not completely deterred-mostly, yes, but that wasn't quite enough for him to call it quits just yet. He was certain there was something more to be found out about this person, even though whatever it was remained unclear after silent observation. Obviously he'd have to step up his efforts.

He dispersed the silencing ward, replaced it with a light protection ward, readied his magicks, and approached.

"'Scuse me, sir," he called once he was close enough, though still remained wary. "You wouldn't happen to know where this is, would ya?"

Not that Elijah was actually lost, of course. But he doubted that direct interrogation would get him any further than merely stalking his movements.

[telestics]

Honestly, most conversation wouldn't get him very far. The Medicine Seller was not one to divulge information easily, if at all, and most of the time he ignored whomever was asking. But this man was obviously persistent and that in and of itself was rather intriguing.

When addressed, he merely shifted his gaze to the side Elijah was on, "Hm?" he hummed lightly, "This?" he motioned toward the area around them, painted fingers curling into themselves afterward as he pressed them to his chin in thought, "...No."

That could have been a lie, but who really knew, "I am ... as lost as you, sir."

[feycarved]

Of course; Elijah had dealt with this type before (or so he thought, at the very least), and he knew how to pick up on tricky language when he heard it. His patience might have been worn by the earlier pursuit, but he still wasn't about to give up, not yet.

"S'that so," he muttered in response, glancing around as if making a show of not knowing this place. "But with all due respect, now-an' I hope ya don't mind me sayin' this, but, ah-ya seemed to know exactly where you were goin' not long ago."

[telestics]

The Medicine Seller simply stared at the man, the corners of his painted lips curving upward to reveal fanged canines. "Did I...?" he may or may not have known where he was going, but this city, as large as it was, didn't seem that difficult to navigate.

And the PORTAL has a map, genius, "I wonder ... do you follow newcomers often? Perhaps I was...simply ...wandering."

[feycarved]

He took note of the fangs as soon as they were exposed, and began to wonder if he should have prepared more wards or magicks for this encounter. Still, he would not be deterred, nor would he give even the slightest ground to this fey.

"Just the ones who look a mite suspicious," he answered calmly. "Or inhuman, maybe."

[telestics]

Here he laughs, low and drawn out. He's debatable whether he is actually amused or not.

"I am just as human as you are," he clicked his tongue lightly, "Have I done anything...supicious? Hm~?"

[feycarved]

And here he raised an eyebrow. It was far from the first time Elijah had heard such a claim, but those who'd made it certainly looked far more human than this creature.

"Ain't ever seen no humans with fangs like that," he said, nodding in his direction. "Or ears."

[telestics]

"Perceptive," he almost snorts, now he really looks amused. Such a claim is one he has heard plenty of times before, but he does not falter. No, he looks as calm as ever, "But I assure you ... I am not but a humble Medicine Seller." and you shouldn't judge people by their looks. Rude.

[feycarved]

Elijah didn't let himself appear affected either, except for the slight raise of an eyebrow. Perhaps he might actually get somewhere with this. "Medicine seller an' not human ain't exactly mutually exclusive, y'know."