It was the day before he would close up shop in Adeluna forever… and what a dismal day it was. Firstly his apprentice was yet again missing, forcing Miruin to manage the shop alone until his temper frayed and the boy returned (and recieved another tongue-lashing), freeing Mir to go about the tasks he needed. Errands, it was all it felt like he was trapped doing, but… necessary. Provisions were needed, dried meats and fruits, salted pork and hardtack. Piss-poor fare, but cheap, and he bought in bulk and arranged to have the supplies taken to his smithy.

Then was clothing, and things needed to restock his minor tinkering supplies, lanterns and oil and feed for the beasts. It was mid-afternoon by the time he completed his agenda, and allowed himself the rare luxury of browsing the market stalls for himself, and his own desires. Aimless he drifted, from a hawker of supposedly magical Artifacts to a pathetic brat who called himself a smith (the gall, he could see the rough hammer marks in the steel, and not a single blade held any sort of edge).

He came to rest at a jeweler's, the silken chain of a necklace threaded through his fingers as he examined it. It's craftsmanship wasn't atrocious, though the ring upon his finger was of far superior quality… the necklace wasn't terrible. He mused over it thoughtfully, a thumb running over the gemstone before a shadow barred the light, and he turned his head to frown at the one blocking his light, eyes hiding his thoughts though his expression was of clear disapproval.

The noisy cities were always so strange to the wandering beastfolk. So much chatter and casual conversation hung in the air as if it were no such big deal, some of it more serious business talk and bartering… It felt foreign to be on the busy side of things. Really, most of the time, she would recall the busy noise coming from her chained past where the commotion was above her, cheering her on or the tongue lashes when she did not perform at her peak. A rough life, but one she was willing to leave… just as soon as she could feel comfortable without the collar.

As she wondered the bazaar roads, massive metal beam of a sword resting upon her shoulder clanging occasionally on her metal collar with the small handful of chains rattling with each step, she stopped to examine over a man's shoulder as he looked at a thin chain of metal. What a weird thing to have, too… It was hardly long enough to be of any real use, and even if it did have length, it was too skinny to support weight. At the very least, by the way it moved through the man's fingers, it was as flexible as a chain, but it did not make up for any real use… At least it could not be used to hold her down…

When the man turned to look with a hidden feeling of malice, Eden could not help but tilt her head in confusion, ears drooped slightly, but still perked up in a lax state while her tail hung low to the ground. Why was he looking at her like that?