05-01-2025, 04:21 AM
Rasc continues to play softly on his fiddle as he watches the young bookish man scribbling in his book, although mostly he watched the owl. Owls, weren't typically friendly to him, and his kin in his remembrance of such things. He watched the two caravan guards chatting, one was ... well she looked like she had lost a lot of money, or was just very poor. The other was a human, observed him as well he looked like he came from some good breeding, but then many humans had that bearing about them. As he played softly he considered the scribe in the cart with him though. The small haregon was only three foot and a half, so he wasn't usually quick to speak up to strangers, well unless they were marks, or something. "First time out of the city?" He finally offered as way as a conversation starter to Garrett.
