If Gran noticed the Roegadyn lady following behind him, he made no show of it. After all, there was already so many other things to check out on his spur-of-the-moment excursion! He was familiar enough with the Hourglass, the Quicksand, and the immediate grounds near them - along with Chacha's usual path for them from the tavern to the Gate of Nald - but everything else was new for the petite purple porker.
Even just coming out door that led into the Ruby Exchange rather than the main entrance had bombarded him with a whole litany of new sights and sounds. Bipeds in bright colors bouncing and dancing about, bipeds hopping from stall to stall, bipeds huddling in shady spots to escape the heat. He had only seen such things either on the peripheral, or through the cramped conditions of his old prison. Now he was free to examine everything to the fullest, and little Gran was going to make the most of that!
So, either oblivious or uncaring of Steel Wolf's watchful eye, the baby behemoth skittered to and fro from point of interest to point of interest. Each stop was marked by a snuffling of his nose and an lashing of his tail from side to side in obvious excitement and curiosity. Some bipeds tried to ignore him, others either moved away or tried to move him away with proddings of foot or cane, while the more belligerent (and possibly drunk) dared to attempt remove with a swift kick. It was only Gran's swift little feet that kept his purple hide from becoming a more black-and-blue affair.
"Bloody nuisance! Git, git!" snarled one particularly sour Hyur, who seemed to be caught between the midday heat and the heated words of the Lalafellan merchant he was haggling with. The sharp kick that followed was only barely avoided, and sent the baby behemoth skittering sideways into a troupe of dancing Miqo'te.
Yelps and squeals of alarm arose from both piglet and dancer alike as little Gran ducked and weaved between the quickly jumbling mass of limbs and tails. He scrambled to escape as the dancers sought to keep themselves from being tripped up, and stumbled into the irate crowd of seated observers. From the frying pan and into the fire, it seems.
"'Ey! Someone snag that pig!" One of them shouted angrily, and then the crowd too became quite the dangerous place for the little porker to be.
Even just coming out door that led into the Ruby Exchange rather than the main entrance had bombarded him with a whole litany of new sights and sounds. Bipeds in bright colors bouncing and dancing about, bipeds hopping from stall to stall, bipeds huddling in shady spots to escape the heat. He had only seen such things either on the peripheral, or through the cramped conditions of his old prison. Now he was free to examine everything to the fullest, and little Gran was going to make the most of that!
So, either oblivious or uncaring of Steel Wolf's watchful eye, the baby behemoth skittered to and fro from point of interest to point of interest. Each stop was marked by a snuffling of his nose and an lashing of his tail from side to side in obvious excitement and curiosity. Some bipeds tried to ignore him, others either moved away or tried to move him away with proddings of foot or cane, while the more belligerent (and possibly drunk) dared to attempt remove with a swift kick. It was only Gran's swift little feet that kept his purple hide from becoming a more black-and-blue affair.
"Bloody nuisance! Git, git!" snarled one particularly sour Hyur, who seemed to be caught between the midday heat and the heated words of the Lalafellan merchant he was haggling with. The sharp kick that followed was only barely avoided, and sent the baby behemoth skittering sideways into a troupe of dancing Miqo'te.
Yelps and squeals of alarm arose from both piglet and dancer alike as little Gran ducked and weaved between the quickly jumbling mass of limbs and tails. He scrambled to escape as the dancers sought to keep themselves from being tripped up, and stumbled into the irate crowd of seated observers. From the frying pan and into the fire, it seems.
"'Ey! Someone snag that pig!" One of them shouted angrily, and then the crowd too became quite the dangerous place for the little porker to be.
