The younger trader stood back to admire his handiwork. It had taken some time to secure the flax table to the upright logs. Flash had just finished tying the last knot, as Al had pulled it tight with his teeth, he pressed a paw against his ‘table’ and was happy with how sturdy it felt. It had taken him and Flash many long hours to weave the flax into something strong and durable, keeping it tight and taut now is what created his work surface. He spent some time after that, placing his wares on the table, from jewellery to clay curiosities. Vellum sheets were spread out and held flat to show the beautiful markings on their surfaces. Flash considered himself something of an artist. A small glass jar sat on the table, a comfortable, dancing flame sat placidly inside of it, casting a gentle orange light across the table. The day was still early, and the younger trader stood back, and nodded contentment at the work. Flash sat in the center of the table, tail curled about his back legs, and front pas resting lightly upon it. The wolf took a seat behind his stand, and begun to call out. “Come one, come all, it’s a tinkers haul! Delights from lights, to ink’s to write!” "Speech"

// Lets go! o/

This forest he stumbled into did have quite the interesting features. It was the first time he felt the urge to scale the trees for fun. Striden kept level headed though, climbing trees came with risks that were currently unnecessary to take. Maybe another time when he wasn't trying to look for a new life.

Steadily he continued, observing his surroundings well enough to spot a few details. If anything he could tell there's been passage but analyzing the hints will have to wait. A voice calling out for some attention. Striden decided to investigate without really going defensive, instead curious.

Calmly he made his approach, there was no effort to hide or any kind of hesitation coming from him. He took a few seconds to study and understand what was going on here. A guy, A tasty mini horse, and a.. monkey? And then there was all these crafted items. Striden was easy to impress when it came to seeing the craft of others. Looking at all of it would have him standing there staring at everything for an awkward while. By now it was best to say hello, can't keep them waiting for long.

Eyes were focused on the man of the stand. "Hello there." He said causally. However Striden refused to give the impression that he wasn't interesting in getting anything. Thus forcing himself to ask for something he would want but didn't need. He remained as a professional customer, small smile and a show of interest of making an offer even though Striden arrived empty handed. While knowing that, he asked anyway. "Got any weapons?"