The square was really filling up at this point. And, with the approaching of the promised hour, people were beginning to grow restless. The beast tamer leaned against his mount, running a hand through the creatures neck fur, boredly going over what he planned on doing with the money after they took care of the monsters. Casualty never equated into his thoughts, of course, because he held full confidence in the bond between himself and Bo- albeit one formed only over the past few days. He peeked over Bo's shoulder just in time to see the gates open and an impressive templar stroll in. At the same time a girl fell harshly on to the ground, which caused Jere to tense and jerk forward to help her- but some gracious person was at once by her side, no doubt a companion or friend.

The elf settled back behind Bo, who obediently lay there and kept his teeth to himself. The wolf was behaving surprisingly well- for he did not growl nor did he threaten with bared teeth at any passerby. Jere was impressed mainly because he expected the wolf to be unmanageable in such a crowded place. The thought of mischievous little wolves drew the elf to remember a song from his childhood- one about men who snuck out to the woods at night and dance with wolves around fire. He produced his flute from the breastpocket of his coat, the glass glinting in the light. Bo's ears perked up at the first note, his tail swished once as he visibly relaxed and the song flowed from his tamers flute. With deft hands the elf played a joyful tune- softly so as to not bother those around him.

"Where's his hat!" Called someone jokingly, a coin dropping to the cobblestones at his feet. Humbly he lowered his eyes thankfully, raising his eyebrows to the person to express this as they passed.