Amon nodded as he listened to the fidgety Tuljin, eyes widening slightly as he heard the names of legends dropped in relation to the map. He'd grown up listening to tales of Vito and Wilhelm when he had been bedstricken, and those tales had evolved to include those of their successors, the rogue and bard duo Ken and Mik. Yet even greater than their tales where those that came with the map they carried, the destination always said to be the same yet each time the brave seemed to come back champions. Why with such a find he could secure the family title with ease, never again having his siblings looking down on him, his father forced to acknowledge his prowess. His pulse quickened at the images flashing through his head. Hell, if such riches and bounties as the tales said were true, he wouldn't even need the families estates, he make a name of his own merits. "Even if it's not the real thing, what a shame to pass a chance to grab the thing of legends no," he finally responded, dreams and long buried hopes resurfacing at the chance to grab them himself.

     Turning with excitement to try and get a closer look at the map, he flinched back as he came face to...hand...face of the little performer from earlier staring at him with a focus unnerved him, uncoiling a bit to give him a bit of distance from that stare, "I uh...I don't suppose I can help you little...fellow," he said, anxiety showing in his voice as he tried to discretely look around him to the map, his merchant's instincts urging him to try and get over there before he missed a chance to get a bargain, yet years of indoctrinated manners making it impossible to simply dismiss this creature.