POV: slow burn is charring your feelings)

Thallen seemed to be keeping track of the fight below. He hadn't been paying attention but by the looks of it, one of them likely wouldn't be walking out of the Cage.

His eyes slid to her, confusion written on him. T "I hardly noticed." Then back to the ravage below. He tipped his head. "This? Or all of it? ..I do. It is not what I thought I would do as a child. However, that was the past, and this is what I want now." He pushed off the rail as he spoke, squaring his shoulders, and crossing his arms.

That looked like a bit of honesty he filtered in, while also fishing for her sympathy.

POV: You arent gonna live long enough for the slow burn to ignite))

Eris was tempted to tease about obliviousness, but figured they weren't close enough for that. Nor would they ever be. She gave a light shrug and listened semi-intently as he explained. It was very... look-at-how-noble-I-am. Not that she could count herself as any different- her answer would likely be very similiar to the same question. It sounded vaguely like he was trying to convince himself at the end, but he seemed too old to be consoled about his life choices now. "That's the important part, yes? Wanting to do what you do?" She nodded, waving a long fingered hand at... everything. Sympathy was beyond her for the moment. She was rather ignoring the animalistic fighting behind and below her- She wasn't fond of watching death like that. One of them didn't have a fair chance.

"What is... traded, exactly, within these walls?" She asked quietly, shifting to stand up straighter and get closer to the elf. Almost a conspiratorial whisper, in a playful way. "I'm sure you know everything that goes on here. I'm looking for a vendor dealing in a certain market, and if he would be anywhere, it seems he would be here." She continued, peering up at Thallen with a slightly sly smile.

pov: you watched the world burn before you got to see this slow burn light)

Thallen nodded in agreement, spying skepticism, and then distaste as she watched fight progress. Dimly shaded eyes scanned the fae as she leandd closer, to whisper into his ear.

Now, this truly made sense. Why would the Hellhound just come back for a visit? Especially after what he'd done.

However, either it was a coincidence, or he knew exactly what they were after.

He stepped out of the crowd, mostly for privacy, slightly because she was displeased with the fight. He moved as if it wasn't an execution. T "You two wouldn't happen to be asking after the Celebrin-urgǔ, would you?" A name that had been passed around for the bear. It roughly translated to Bear of Silver.

POV: the slow burn isnt even burning yet and you're on your deathbed))

Eris slinked after the elf as he moved off, tilting her head up at the foreign name. She could guess what it meant. "We might be. We're looking for who... or what, exactly, brought it here." She admitted, glancing around calmly. "So my real question is if there are people around here that sell summoning salts. And if there are, I'd love to be pointed that way." She continued, looking back up at the elf. This was the make or break moment- he would either choose to help or save a little face for his establishment. She wasn't exactly sure which way he would swing yet.