[h3][color=magenta][center][i]Cass Mormont[/i][/center][/color][/h3]
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While some had struggled to meet the day, others were early risers by nature. As he had done most everyday, Cass Mormont was enjoying his morning amidst the hustle and bustle of the capital's central market place. Nestled between the stall of an affectionate jeweler and stolid textile's merchant, the Bombardier Knight hummed a gentle tune while he idly rolled a ring between his fingers. It was a band of polished silver, with a inset diamond that, while not having nearly enough carrots to grace a nobles finery, was nothing for him to scoff at. 

[color=magenta]"I wonder who's hand you belonged to?"[/color] He asked the purloined goods, not expecting an answer. The ring wasn't even to Cass' tastes if he were to be frank. In the Chopin Republic, there was a far greater expression of freedom and creativity in the goods and services, rather than the comparatively utilitarian methods employed in the Bach Empire.

Being within Arpeggio's center of trade and commerce at least served as a comfort in that regard. Culture flowed with the exchange of coin, bringing goods, services, and people from all over Da Capo. It was witnessing this that drove Cass to come here as the merchants opened their stalls, and they didn't mind too much since having a Song Knight did wonders to discourage any rowdiness from the consumers. He also wouldn't deny that he got to see a lot of ladies perusing the stalls in all manner of beautiful garb. 

[color=lime]"You can not pull off those dresses."[/color] Came a growl from beneath Cass' collar. He looked down to find his Spirit, currently only a foot long and coiled around his throat. The acerbic dragon, Jormungand, didn't share Cass' appreciation for awaking early. [color=lime]"Don't even bother you damned Trap."[/color]

Cass chuckled in response, long since used to his grouchy partner. [color=magenta]"I'm too proud of my legs to cover them anyway~"[/color] Jormungand grumbled in frustration before settling down once more. This was a well worn routine between the two, and even if the acidity never wavered from the Spirit, Cass never took offense.

So the knight, his dragon, and a stolen ring stood among the market stalls and greeted the day warmly.