The two were an interesting pair so-to-speak. A visibly uninterested goat and an anxious merchant who was in search of a purpose makes quite the duo. Their dynamic brought on Alastor’s curiosity, prompting him to wander over to listen further. He couldn’t help but eye the two closer. A purple gaze scanned the presumably non-sentient or mute creature, only to look up at Reed seconds later. The Doberman Pinscher merely left his attention on Reed after that, as they did most of the talking. To be frank, they were truly the interesting one anyways. After all, they offered up some precious wares.
Before inquiring on what was in the cart, Alastor listened to what Reed had to say. Through the stutter-filled rambling, the canine couldn’t help but wander off into his own thoughts, only to be whipped back into the commotion seconds later. Something did manage to peak his interest though. The merchant spoke of kinship... with Warringkingdoms? Now that was an interesting way to get a selling permit. Whether Reed’s plan was an ulterior motive or the genuine truth, he couldn’t help but scoff underneath his breath. Even so, he kept his attention at full. There was no missing this.
Despite the treasured rejoice, Alastor always had to find a way to insert himself into the situation and take control. Literally and figuratively. He made his was over to the cart, ears still perked and listening, and observed it’s contents. A particular skull caught his attention. Nevertheless, he wanted to know more before he fumbled around in the scrap pile. “Can you tell me about what you have here?” he questioned. The canine always enjoyed keeping souvenirs from his adventures. This would be no different, but what did he have to offer? Perhaps Alastor could force their hand and give it to him ‘out of the kindness of their heart.’ Mind-control...
Before inquiring on what was in the cart, Alastor listened to what Reed had to say. Through the stutter-filled rambling, the canine couldn’t help but wander off into his own thoughts, only to be whipped back into the commotion seconds later. Something did manage to peak his interest though. The merchant spoke of kinship... with Warringkingdoms? Now that was an interesting way to get a selling permit. Whether Reed’s plan was an ulterior motive or the genuine truth, he couldn’t help but scoff underneath his breath. Even so, he kept his attention at full. There was no missing this.
Despite the treasured rejoice, Alastor always had to find a way to insert himself into the situation and take control. Literally and figuratively. He made his was over to the cart, ears still perked and listening, and observed it’s contents. A particular skull caught his attention. Nevertheless, he wanted to know more before he fumbled around in the scrap pile. “Can you tell me about what you have here?” he questioned. The canine always enjoyed keeping souvenirs from his adventures. This would be no different, but what did he have to offer? Perhaps Alastor could force their hand and give it to him ‘out of the kindness of their heart.’ Mind-control...
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[color=#1a1a1a]tags.& elysium. & doberman pinscher.