Dustfinger had just packed up one of his scheduald fire eating displays in the main square of Ombra, he shrugs his shirt back on and reaches down for his rucksack when his furry little compainion Gwin hops out of it and runs off into the crowd, making him sigh.

"Gwin! Don't go far"

He calls out as he stands and sets the bag over his shoulder. He watches as Gwin heads right for an unfamiliar face and it makes him frown a little, he runs his hand through his hair before following.