Eloryen opened an eye at her last comment, and he watched them leave. Markus gave the Elf a wink as they walked, arm in arm. The Swordmage looked very much satisfied with the morning. The sun was just starting to heat the day up a bit, its rays warming the two young Mercenaries as they strode casually through the throng of people. It seemed the market place was just now beginning to bustle.

"I figure we'd need to grab a few things before we head on." he told her, glancing her way with an easy and pleasant look on his scarred, youthful face. "I know a good place to grab whatever we'd need. Maybe get some good gossip too." The two had now found they were near the back of a few stalls. A small alley between the stalls and the stores that led to the greater courtyard proper. 

"Watch your head." he told, indicating the low beams set by the back of the buildings. After they had ducked under the first beam, he looked to her and met her eyes. "Hey, I had fun last night." The mercenary said it casually, but he looked quite earnest. "I'd like to do it again sometime, you know, when we're not-" he ducked again. -fighting for our lives." [@Luminosity]