Nyx stood in the marketplace, his eyes taking in the sights and sounds around him with disinterest. Despite the vibrant noise and color, he moved through it all as a shadow, unseen and unbothered. He was here to acquire some ingredients for his potions, but he was not particularly pleased at having to be among so many people. To pass the time, he silently counted the number of black cats he spotted. So far, he was up to four. As he weaved his way through the crowd, he came upon a stall selling rare and exotic objects. He paused, his gaze falling upon a small crystal orb, its surface swirling with colors that seemed to come from another world. Nyx's lips curled into a slight smile as he reached for the orb, picking it up to examine it more closely. It was rare to find something of such quality in a market as ordinary as this. The seller, noticing Nyx's interest in the orb, spoke up. "That's a fine piece you have there, sir. It comes from the heart of the mountain, where they say the spirits dance in the crystal." Nyx raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look crossing his face. "Spirits, you say?" he replied, turning the orb over in his hands. "I'll take it."

As Nyx turned to walk away from the stall, he accidentally bumped into someone, almost dropping the orb. He let out a quiet curse in his native tongue, but his irritation was short-lived when he looked up to see who he had run into. His eyes widened slightly as he took in your appearance, a mixture of surprise and something else passing over his face. "Apologies." The word came out in a low murmur, almost like a rumbling whisper. His voice was low and deep, his words coming out slowly and precisely. As he looked down at you, his cat-like eyes widened slightly, his gaze taking in your features, the shape of your face, your eyes, and your mouth. He held the orb tightly in one hand, his fingers tracing over the cool surface silently. Nyx stood there for a moment, his eyes fixed on you, "Watch where you're walking, mortal."