[h3]Seles Town[/h3] 

The vendor spoke up jovially then. [b]"Here's your meat on a stick young man. Its best in all of Seles."[/b] 

Faeri lingered his gaze on the woman-guard from before. The whistle that had softly came from her had to have been some alert. He looked around the crowd, spotting guards between the meat-piles of festive humans and noticed a few of the guards had took a liking to him. It was small but the uniform turns and glances in his direction was enough. 

He tsk'd lowly before exchanging his gold for the meat. [I]Dammit,[/I] he cursed. [I]Now this'll take forever. Acting human, maintaining a front... I don't have a choice anymore.[/I] 

A glance over his shoulder revealed the guard-woman was corned by two men. One that looked to be in trouble and another that was blushing red like monkey's behind. Now was his chance. Casually he strode off towards the crowd that had gathered around the dragon-singer. He slid through the mass, marginally avoiding their bodies. It was quite frankly an inhuman act, a art of nimble footwork. 

Once near the front of the crowd, he looked up at the source of his once-unintended fascination, and through his bronze-eyes he searched for a stain in her humanity. Any hints of extreme greed or sin. All beings carried them, most of them were extremely secretive about it. But he wondered what he'd found out about her? 

Faeri bit into the meat he purchased earlier.