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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

The marketplace and their businesses were an enterprise the vulpine wished to encourage.  Trade was profitable; if they could expand it into connections with their neutral neighbors, it could be beneficial.  Consequently, the Ardent spent a fair amount of time following his patrols within the marketplace.

He managed a small amount of deals among the stalls himself, to remain supplied with art supplies.  Therefore a change in shopkeeper swiftly caught his attention -- recognizing the fresh scent of tea, but spotting Westley, rather than the usual Pittian.

Gael had welcomed the leopard into the Pitt, but had since refrained from seeking him out.  He would need to speak to him eventually -- Aine too, for the issue of family lost and grieved for would pertain to her as well.  For the moment, he would simply join his clanmates, inclining his head.

"Hawkins," he greeted coolly.  "Settling in well?"

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent