The market place is bustling, footsteps and voices and vendors blending in a buzz of noise. Ijekiel is familiar with such, walking calmly as he follows after Jenette. He's not sure why, but a glimpse of your eyes has him turning.

Chewing on your meat skewer, you wander, hood secured over your head to obscure your face.

Sneaking out was no easy feat, but with much difficulty, you'd ended up here, skittering about and getting familiar with the streets of the kingdom you'd been going over paperwork for.

In its cage, the blue bird you'd been gazing at chirps, and you lean down to observe its feathers better, when—

"Excuse me, do we know each other?"