[h3]Falke, East Shopping District[/h3]

Through some stroke of good fortune instead of losing those he was trying to shadow, the golden warrior appeared to have tired of her companions and pushed her way towards the lady on the Golem. She was not subtle with her questioning, confirming Bafford's information that she was after some magical trinket. Cain noted she had yet to mention anything about travelling companions though, which would sort of defeat the purpose of selling his services.

Even then she wasn't overly sure what she was actually searching for, from what Cain had seen thus far she was not overly smart. After all, Cain was a walking social faux pas and even he took longer to get on people's bad sides.

As the warrior and the vendor conversed between each other Cain took the opportunity to work through the crowd slightly further to finally decide if this woman was someone he'd even want to follow, money or no.

Cain gently pushed a shopper to the side which for some reason the shopper seemed to take as an opportunity to strike up conversation, rooting Cain in place so as not to avoid suspicion.

"Crazy times these" he said simply, scratching at his stubble in thought "Guards will just let anyone in these days, oughta be stricter about that sorta thing I think. Two wackos brought in to Falke from the bridge burning is the kinda stuff that leaves me up at night."

Cain was silent for a moment before realizing this was his cue to add something to the conversation. Anything.

"With hesitance. Er, yes. As a law abiding citizen this congregation fills me with fear also. I too would opt for more vigilant security." Cain said in a deadpan manner that made him mentally stab himself. It did not help play to the man's fears and keep his eyes off Cain, instead coming across as more derisive and mocking. Enunciating his emotions as per usual was a tic that Cain could rarely seem to control and at times like this it could become quite the burden.

"Hes- What? Yer soundin' none less queer than the rest of 'em friend..." The man turned to address Cain but trailed off after his sentence concluded, instead he diverted his full attention to Cain and eyed the leather clad bowman with a mixture of curiosity and hostile suspicion. "Those are some awfully strange clothes yer wearing if I may say friend."

"Assuring. I know." Cain couldn't frown but he shifted his body slightly to look the man in the eye, attempting to make the man back down without brandishing one of his weapons, even implying the use of it could cause the man to go into hysterics.

The man was unfettered as he continued staring intently at Cain, a few of the people standing next to the two of them beginning to take notice and stealing aside glances.