Armain walked among the store shops, muttering to himself. His eyes were darting from one gem to the other displayed in the windows he passed. Gold, gems, fine jewelry.. they were his calling.. he loved them and could never get enough. One could say he was obsessed with shiny objects but it wasn't so much the trill of buying them that peaked his interest.. but the search of it that got his pulse to throb.
He'd told Zhin he'd be waiting near buy, hoping to get a tab on where hadn't been picked for others looking to find some hidden treasures. Oh he had a lead now.. and a good one that some one had stupidly mumbled about in earshot. His sky blue eyes darted down the street as he waited, mulling over the plans of how to get to the new place.
Faekat Adoption Agency
Faekat Guild
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