Up the street from Marisa's stall comes the shouting and hustle and bustle of... Something? happening. A curious onlooker might first have trouble seeing through the throng of people making there way to and fro from this stall or that, not to mention the tangle of folks that seems to be caused by - Or causing - the commotion.. Until, finally, the form of an Auri male makes itself visible, being shoo'd away from a stall by a particularly old bitty, swinging a broom around like she were the Warrior of Light returned to vanquish the male, despite her stooped back and other such things that come with age.
Akhutai though, the Auri being 'persecuted' here, is trying to make his way quickly away from the woman hitting him in the back with a broom while also trying to not push and shove other passersby - LAst thing he needs is to upset someone else. The old woman only chases him a few feet to make sure he's away from her stall before returning to it.. Leaving Akhutai to stand in the middle of the street, looking over the heads of all by his fellow male Au'Ra, and those Roegadyn.Â
This particular Au'ra isn't wearing much.. Scraps of cloth and leather, seemingly random peices of metal and straps make up the majority of his outfit (Don't have a picture at hand, but its basically the Xaela 'default' class outfit thing). After a moment of looking around, letting the commotion die down behind him, Akhutai lets his attention fall on Marisa and her stall. His eyes brighten up, her stall and those trinkets scattered across her makeshift table perhaps bring back a memory of the markets from his homeland. He approaches, again careful not to push and shove /too/ much, until he's standing behind a particularly well dressed Auri female, looking down over her head at the table, keeping his hands to himself for the time being.
Akhutai though, the Auri being 'persecuted' here, is trying to make his way quickly away from the woman hitting him in the back with a broom while also trying to not push and shove other passersby - LAst thing he needs is to upset someone else. The old woman only chases him a few feet to make sure he's away from her stall before returning to it.. Leaving Akhutai to stand in the middle of the street, looking over the heads of all by his fellow male Au'Ra, and those Roegadyn.Â
This particular Au'ra isn't wearing much.. Scraps of cloth and leather, seemingly random peices of metal and straps make up the majority of his outfit (Don't have a picture at hand, but its basically the Xaela 'default' class outfit thing). After a moment of looking around, letting the commotion die down behind him, Akhutai lets his attention fall on Marisa and her stall. His eyes brighten up, her stall and those trinkets scattered across her makeshift table perhaps bring back a memory of the markets from his homeland. He approaches, again careful not to push and shove /too/ much, until he's standing behind a particularly well dressed Auri female, looking down over her head at the table, keeping his hands to himself for the time being.
