To market, to market

Modesty turned her gaze to the young boy, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips and then twisting to confusion as Jael tucked herself away under her chest, much like she had at Sparrow's fight. It took a moment for the pieces to fall into place, the boy had those familiar eye markings that Dread also had, that Azure also had. She had mentioned her run in with the man after they had left the spectacle and Modesty wasn't surprised. Azure certainly had it in for the once Pirates, not that they gave him much opportunity to forget about them.

She relaxed and looked over the sweets that the bear had held out on a tray. “Made them yourself? They certainly do look tasty.” She finally addressed the giant winged child, he must almost be a yearling based on size alone. “How much are you asking for these masterpieces? We have some pretty necklaces my boy made, if you'd prefer a trade?” Some with seashells, some with feathers and pits of bone or scraps of fur. While her stomach growled for meat, the honey snack would get her to the other end of the market, she was sure.

“Speech.”