Orrian was walking through the Afternoon Market, stretching his arms a bit as the leather groaned softly at the movement. He hated new armor for this reason- too stiff even though the proportions were correct. Leather needed to be broken in.

As he walked he came across a stall selling warm bread filled with roast venison strips filled inside plus whatever other delicious additions would be in it. He couldn't help but find himself in line as he stood there patiently, when he heard a soft babble.

His ears twitched a bit, before he looked down seeing a toddler standing right at his feet. Orrian's face was blank as he watched the small elven child look up at him and grin happily, he couldn't help the smirk, before he knelt to be level with the little one.

Damn kids... always too cute for their own good. He thought to himself,

"Now where is your parent? Or... caretaker?" Orrian mutters to the tot who squeals excitedly as their little hands come to his face, making him snort a bit under his breath.

"We are supposed to be finding your caretaker... not touching my face." He says to the toddler who doesn't seem to give a care in the world to his words. The little one merely tapping his face gently, before touching his nose.

"Nnnosshe." They say to him.