Two of The Same -closed to Camille-
The cart's wheel was holding on by a single peg, threatening to fall off. Radron's eyes narrowed as he noticed this, daring the damned thing to fall apart. When the wheel continued to roll, he lifted his gaze from the wheel and onto the road. He could see the city of Radasanth. The bridge was behind him -- that's where the wheel had started giving him trouble. All because of a pebble he'd rolled over.
As he began to leave the river's sight, he noticed the grass rustling on his right side. He slowed down, his lips raising instantly. Something wasn't right.. but he couldn't pinpoint what. Or rather, who. Radron laid his cart to rest on the side of the road, and began to approach the tall weeds. "Who goes?" He reached to unsheathe his scimitar, and as soon as he did, the grass parted, revealing a rather large hare. Radron licked his lips before stalking up to the hare, whispering, "My, my. I've never seen such a specimen." The hare twitched, almost afraid to move at the bold approach of man. Radron sank to his hands and knees, crawling. When he was close enough to touch the hare, he abruptly stopped. He knew better. He raised from where he was, shaking his head. He hated when his Canidae self got to him. He returned to his cart, lifting it with haste to continue his journey to sell his hides. However, when he raised the cart onto the wheels, the peg came loose enough and popped off.
"Damn it! Damn this cart. Damn this trade. Damn everything!" He howled, kicked the cart onto it's side, dumping the hides onto the floor. He paced back and forth for a few minutes before deciding to pick the cart back up on his way back to Salvar. Radron bent over and picked up what hides he could carry on his shoulder, and set off towards the city at a brisk jog.
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Once reaching the city's gates, he spoke to the guards, stating he was to sell his hides within the market. They allowed him access to the port city with little hesitation and resumed their conversation about the women they'd bed. Radron shook his head with a sly smile at the thought of any women that would bed them, probably just whores. He headed straight for the market.
He slowed when he reached an open spot in the market and proceeded to set up, laying out each of his hides by species. He even had a few rocks that he had manipulated to look like dragon scales that he would proceed to sell as if they were legitimate. "Hides! Keep warm in the cold! Hides, Dragon Scales!" He called out into the market, staring at the various faces that passed him.