After some time, Zoriah got up slowly, untucked his tail and put his hands on his wagon of stuff. Waving to the gossiping ladies, he pushed his way up the hill towards the center of town, with intentions of making stops at the bakery and book store before heading home. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to set up market today, so he intended to relax at least a little bit. First he pushed the wagon, then he switched positions and pulled, and then pushed again before feeling an abrupt change of aura. 

Pausing, he looked around for where the feeling of irritable confusion was coming from. To the left, a field with a group of neko children bustling about. He waved to them with a smile. To the right, a human sitting on the other side of a connecting path, looking both dirty and possibly halfway asleep.
[i] 'Them gossiping hags weren't exaggerating, for a change of pace' [/i] Zoriah thought to himself, tilting his head, wide-eyed, trying to discern the specifics of the aura that was radiating off the human. He looked at the bottle of 'sassafras' tea he had brought with him from the outside. [i] 'I got plenty of root, so i can always make more...' [/i] he thought to himself, as he began parking his wagon, ensuring it wouldn't roll back down the hill. Walking around his cart, he grabbed the unopened bottle of tea and began walking towards the human, feeling slightly awkward, wondering if he was making a good decision giving his stuff to a complete stranger...