in the Market for a friend

Basilisk had been keeping an eye on his Auntie. She had brought a stranger to the market, and was casting him glances towards security, as if worried about something. He didn't mind if she was up to something, market security was a boring gig. He preferred to patrol, at least he got to walk the border line then.

He was definitely not partly dozing when the sudden alarm sounded. He jolted to, coming to his full and astounding height as he zoned in on the mischief - and there was Kyanite, at the heart of it. "It's alright everyone, settle down. No heroics needed, I've got this" he said as he walked trough the stalls. Eyeing in particular a good Samaritan who looked ready to dive in. Even if his age wasn't impressive, his height and status as Heir was. People quelled before him.

He reached his Auntie and her friend and placed a paw over the males wrist. Extending his cat like claws. Not to not, just to secure. "With me. You too, Kyanite" he ordered as he hauled the two of them off to the guard room at the back of the market. He indicated with a tilt of his head for his companions to keep an eye while he was occupied. "Right, where's the goods?" He ordered. Staring down at the much shorter wolf sternly.