that's MY gift betch * { 3-way rp!!!! }

Feet aching and body levels becoming increasingly hungry - Damien was insistent that something would have to be eaten within the next few hours in order to prevent augmenting bodily discomfort - Nihaer trekked along across the overgrown paths leading from the small town where he had picked up Arnsvaldr to the nearest stationed one, namely, his destination. The village was a port town, carefully guarded from the behemoths that would have loved to tear about the fleshlings inside of the walls. To the Promethaen, it was a relief that there would no fighting of giant monsters anytime soon. He would rather focus on picking up much-needed supplies. The clusters of stores and houses was known as Kambr. Filled with stores and modest homes, there was a large marketplace in the middle of the bustling town where the dragon god was certain that he would be able to find a few spare articles of clothing, essentials to life outside of the protected surface areas, and double his usual amount of provisions, accompanied by a much larger knapsack to carry it all in.

Having Oswald with him turned out to be rather stressful. Although the human hadn't done anything wrong on their short travel, nor had the duo run into any signs of dangers, Nihaer found himself constantly on the lookout for any signs of wild beasts or behemoths, as though they would appear of out thin air. Despite his body currently being as soft and vulnerable as any true Earth native's, he possessed a godly-like power that could easily overwhelm a threat. The young man accompanying him, on the other hand, was quite another matter. He did not seem to be able to perform any sort of magic, and although the blue star was more than willing to teach his first "pupil", there had been no time for a lesson as of yet, leaving him completely defenseless and the god a nervous wreck.

Luckily, however, he spotted the gates to the village straight ahead, and put on a bit more speed as he made his way to a nice meal and hopefully an empty inn for the night. A guard stationed at the large metal doors allowed the two (seemingly) human beings into the enclosure, waving them through with casual indifference. It probably helped that Nihaer had taken off his costume and adorned normal fabrics.

The town was large, that much was obvious simply by walking in and seeing the massive rows upon rows of houses, shops, public facilities. The buildings were worn down and weathered from the hundreds of years that they had sat in their places, yet they held a rugged beauty to them. The ones that were obviously vacant were overrun with vines and weeds, but also with spiraling flowers that curled up the side of the building almost seductively, twisting around themselves and wrapping their blooming buds underneath the windowsills whose plants had long ago grown out of their pots. More occupied homes had neatly decorated yards with only moss on the sides of their houses. On these structures, you could tell that the buildings were made out of an old stone that was one shaped neatly but now stuck out at various edges. Such a thing was expected to happen when the world suffered such a cruel and unexpected twist in its plotline.

"We need to pick up extra supplies, such as clothing and basic gear to set up camp." Nihaer explained, glancing over at Oswald. "Tonight we'll stay in an inn, and leave the next afternoon, unless you want to stay or sightseeing." The god knew that he had promised a chance to see the world, and while traveling from place to place quickly was a good way to take in a little bit of everything in a human's short lifetime, it would most likely be more enjoyable if they stayed for a short amount of time. An extra night wouldn't harm anyone.

Continuing his list of things to buy, he began to lead the way through the town to the marketplace, which the guard from the gates had pointed out the location of before. "I'll handle the provisions, but you should choose out a few clothing articles for traveling. When we stop in towns or near a creek, we can wash clothes, but unless that happens you're going to be stuck with what you brought." He withdrew a small bag of currency from his current knapsack. "This should cover everything you'll need."

Before Arnsvaldr, he had never received a human as a gift before. Most of the time, it was offers of elegant horses, or meetings with important officials - ugh, no thank you - if the townspeople he came across didn't stick with the simple cold hard cash tradition. The hero never asked for payment in exchange for fighting off monsters, yet humans seemed to always wish to keep themselves out of a guilty debt. This was fine with the Promethaen. Their generous donations allowed him to live a pleasant little modest - if nomadic - lifestyle. If not for their presents, he may have to actually pick up jobs in each town he passed, and that would just be a nightmare.

"All of the stalls that carry tunics are here." He gestured to a patch of wooden fixtures designed to hang and sell various types of apparel. "I'll be just over there, checking off the rest of the list." This time, the blue star pointed at an outdoor store which was run by a burly-looking man.

Luckily, the marketplace wasn't too crowded, although there were quite a few shoppers and gossiping villagers, so Nihaer was able to keep Oswald in the corner of his eye at all times, carefully watching out for any signs of trouble, definitely over-protective.

All of his efforts were, as was probably obvious, for the benefit of the human he was bringing along. After seeing heart-wrenching, extremely guilt-inducing waterworks a few days before, the god was trying his best to keep his new companion happy.