Soon the smell of fruit withering in the sun and the smell of sweating salesmen stung at gerbils nose, the streets grew wider and noisier. Yervoks sensitive ears stung from the shouting. 'where am I to find this man' Yervok thought to himself. A piece of him still felt the need to impress Tirj while the other questioned Tirj and was thinking over the warnings and the new knowledge brought to Yervok by Worst nightmare but for all Yervok knew he could just be a trickster himself. Though yervon doubted this for a large part of him felt the urge to trust Worst Nightmare and his unusual ways. Suddenly Yervok walked into a stand, not paying attention to where he was going as he thought. The salesman glared up at him, Yervok had caused a few bottles of some sort of drink to spill over, "your going to be paying for that, now." the man said angrily.
Yervok shrugged and started to walk away, the man leap over his stand and grabbed Yervoks shoulder. Yervok grabbed his hand and suddenly Yervoks arm lit on fire and the man clenched his teeth in pain. Yervok threw the mans severly burnt hand down, "dont touch me." The man scurried back behind his stand.
Yervok began scanning the area with his sharp eyes, the place was filled with people, he felt as if he was out of place with his crimson cloak, but did it really matter, he never cares anyways. A hand tapped Yervoks shoulder, "what you looking for?" Yervon turned to the man he was the same size as Yervok and just as toned, he also had a black patch of hair below his bottom lip and wavy black hair. He had tan skin that was marked with strange tatoos. He wore an animal skin shirt and leather pants and boots. "well speak up now." Yervok spoke softly but loud enough to be heard over the sea of people, "I seek Besst-in."