He had decided to broaden his horizons. He had heard stories of the places his father used to live in the North, and so naturally, Diablo set off to find them. He wasn't exactly sure where in the North those places were, but it was clear he had gone the wrong way because he ended up pretty close to a pack that was familiar to him. Not friends, of course, but he swore his dad had also mentioned finding Aresenn somewhere up this way. Had his brother shacked up with this pack? Did he have friends here? His lip lifted in disgust at the idea of being friends or being any sort of nice to these wolves, but hey, if their borders were open to others for the market he had heard about, then he figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to check it out. Maybe he could glean a better inside look, figure out what they stashed away in here. With that in mind, the hellhound walked straight into the mouth of the lions den, his faithful dogs on either side of him as he made his way to the Armadan market. Whether or not they decided to stop him was something he would just have to wait and see. Though he was curious about just how far he'd be able to get before he was confronted. "Speech"

Wylan was back at it with selling his honey candy at the marketplace. He was afforded a little more freedom now that he had reached his first birthday, and was prancing about the market, basket in hand. When a wolf with a red mohawk entered the marketplace, he actually recognised their scent. This wasn’t the only wolf from that pack that he had encountered. Modesty had been delighted to buy some of his sweets. He trotted towards the red eyed wolf, his basket swinging side to side. “Hello! Could I interest you in some honeyed sweets? I made them myself” he said, beaming up at the older wolf. "Speech"

He walked quietly, mostly trying not to draw attention but it was...probably hard when his bright red mohawk stuck out like a sore thumb. Not to mention his three dogs, but wherever he went, they went. So it was a whole package deal and all that. He took a look at a stall here and there, but considering this wasn't exactly a planned trip, he didn't really have anything to offer. He supposed it didn't matter. The Armada were enemies, weren't they? Shouldn't he just...steal what he wanted and be gone? While he had been a Pirate-turned-Raider, he couldn't say that he had been taught how to be a good pickpocket. Something he probably could be really good at if he wanted to, but alas. “Hello! Could I interest you in some honeyed sweets? I made them myself” His attention was drawn to a boy already at his height (or taller? he wasn't sure), but what really drew his attention were the wings on the kid. He couldn't recall really seeing anything like that before...or maybe he had but let's be honest, his memory was terrible with single encounters. "Uh, no. Go away...I don't have anything to trade anyway, kid." He motioned with a paw hand for him to shoo while trying not to get irritated. He was sure that if he were to pick a fight, they'd be on him like flies on shit. But also...he probably wasn't above doing that, either. "Speech"