"No!" Corvo chuckled lightly to the boy before looking about him. "None of you are in trouble, I was just looking for some young able bodies to help me with work. I'm willing to pay each of you 2 gold a day if you choose to help. Here, If you are interested please meet me at this location." With that he handed both the rusty eyed girl and the grey eyed boy a letter. "I can answer all your questions then."

Condatis/Con ~~ 28 ~~ Male ~~ Waterdragon ~~ Can transform

The blackhaired man looked after the boy that disepeared into the crowd around them.With the child out of his view he lowerd it, focusing on his work. THe aquablue, oceanlike pair of eyes focused on the soft, gentle twig that he was working into the deicate and rather neat basket he was currently weawing. His fingers moved quickly and softly while he was listening to the bussing townlife As he finnished the basket he put it down with a smile, stretching after some twigs to wave in as handles for the basket. However a sound of something breaking made him turn to the side, looking towards the possition there he had left his basket just a moment earlier.

The blackhaired man looked a bit baffeld at the foot that stepped on his baskets. Granted he can easly make them again but those are as of now his only means of coin. "Im sorry sir, I belive you accidently stepped on my wares." he smiled at the man. "Are you stupied?!" the an growled tossing the small basket he had given a boy earlier. Fumbling a bit he managed to stop the basket from falling to the ground. "Im terribly sorry sir, but I dont know what you mean." he apologiced with a calm smile on his lips. "NEVER talk to my son again or Il put a blade through your throat!" he threatend the robed man that smiled calmly. "I see, I will leave your son alone sir, I promiss you I will never interact with im again." he assured the man. With a growl and hissing like sound the man stamped one of his baskets that had been unharmed Before Walking away. The smile was still on his lips as he picked up one of the broken baskets, holding it in his hands. I guess I just have to work more now ... he thought, his lips in a smile yet his shoulders sloped slightly.

(Im so so sorry, I forgot to ping everyone)

He was cut short when the man shouted to his left. "Please look those over, now if you will excuse me." Corvo said stamping towards the ruckus. With a steady hand he grabbed the man whom crushed the merchants wears. "I believe you forgot to pay for those." He said in a gruff tone. As the attacker went to speak he shoved him to the ground with one hand, using a foot to pin him there. "That wasn't a question..." Corvo growled eyes dancing with flames. It wasn't that he was going to harm the man, just teach him a few manners if not a lesson. "I can't believe you would act like such a fool in front of your child. Is this really how you wish him to respond to merchants that keep his city in coin, and wears?" The scarlet eyed man asked before releasing the offender. He very well couldn't make the man pay, but maybe embarrassing the man would encourage it.

Condatis/Con ~~ 28 ~~ Male ~~ Waterdragon ~~ Can transform

He got just about as baffled as the man as he was grabbed and thrown into the ground. The father, clearly not used to beeing talked back to wasnt prepared to what happend. Con however got pale in his face. The surrounding area had went silent, staring at them. A bit uncomfterbly he moved around, trying to determin what to do while looking around. However as the father was released he decided on trying to defuse the situation rather than hoping for coin from the father. If he did get some he would simply get them stolen later on by the dad. "Thank you ever so kindly for caring about it sir, however there is no need for him to pay. I did after all disturb his family. He is mearly protecting them." he said with a smile in a diplomatic manner, not wanting to be chased out of town for causing trouble.

As the man managed to get up on his feets he feelt his entire body ache. The man that had thrown him onto the ground surley had strength not many possessed. Honestly he feelt a bit dissy but the anger he feelt made him want to beat the living crap outof the monstrously strong man. But what the merchant said made him stop in is tracks, his fist clenched and teeth gritting. "And you remember to stay away from my son, freak!" the man growled at the merchant before spitting.

He flinched a bit as the spit hit him in his face. "Yes sir, sorry for bothering you and your family, pleace do have a lovley day." he replied in a shirpy tone while smiling. As the man had gone about five meters, his son before him the blackhaired, oceaneyed man wiped away the spit from his left cheek. He was still smiling, his shoulders slowly lowering a bit as they begun to slope. As he looked at the broken baskets he feelt his heart sink some, this is his only way of earning coins and now a few weeks of work is all ruined. "Sir, once more thank you ever so kindly for caring for me." he said in a happy tone, stretching a bit and carrying a wide smile on his lips.

"A brother has to watch out for another." The scarlet eyed man said watching the other man leave. It was all he could not to set the seat of the rude man's pants ablaze yet he did...at least until he was far enough that he wouldn't be blamed for such a mishap. "I see that our kind really isn't welcomed. Call us freaks for something against our control." He smirked eyes flashing with the crimson light again. Again he found exactly what he was looking for in the man's mind. 'I see that we are one in the same...you must be the grandson of Tymera...' he said into the man's mind.

(Changing the rules some, there are no limits to how or when you post. DONT LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND!!!!)

Condatis/Con ~~ 28 ~~ Male ~~ Waterdragon ~~ Can transform

"A bro... oooh." he said, first now noticing the eyes. They danced like fire and apeared to be just as wild as it. Honestly it was kinda captivatng to look at, it was so diffrent from his own waterlike ones. He even forgot to pick up his stuff before shukling a bit with a smile, looking down. "People fear what they dont know, and if they did know I belive they would fear even more." he replied. His hand gatherd the broken goods, slowly putting them into one of the few, still usable baskets. As he feelt the sensation of someone entering his mind he glanced at the man. While humming happily he gatherd his belongings. 'Try child, mother was rather old when she got me.' As he had everything in his basket he stood up, putting the cloak upon his shoulders. With that he looked at the older man in a friendly manner. "Would you like to follow me home for some food kind sir? Its nothing fancy but Id like to atleast give you some thanks for your aid earlier." he said in a shirpy tone.

(What'd I miss? I got a lot of pings)

(basicly con have been bullied by a local townsman and talked a tiny bit with Hawks character, they are still at the marketplace)

"Okay. The grandson of who? I get it know." He spun his weapons in his hands and attatched them back to the clasps on his sides. "This has to do with parents. Or grandparents. My father is a chief. I never met my mother. Happy? The village said she was a witch." Despite his good appearance, his eyes were hallowed and lifeless, and there was a large scar on his collarbone.