After the half-orc women scurries off, Mijad takes his time finishing his sweet roll while he looks around the square at its inhabitants. Having seen nothing of any consequence, he decides the time has come to to visit the Coliseum. He stands up from leaning against the wall, and begins upon the path leading to the coliseum.
As he leaves the square, the guards pay little heed to him at the checkpoint, and he quickly works his way through the crowds of people moving to the streets. The closer he gets to the coliseum he can hear the roar of the crowd and the occasional clashing of steel. His anticipation of the coming spectacle grows.
Angharad furrows her brow as she considers what young Plowse meant by potency. After a moment, realization dawns and she raises her eyebrows at him. "I know of a tea that can be made out of snakewood bark that may have the same effect, but it's only older men that can afford it....or need it really."
Another man come up complimenting Coli. She glances down at him and he wags his tail at her smugly. She looks toward Tholt and responds, "I was uncertain whether we would be too noticeable in town and it seems I was correct. What do you want to know about him? "
Moving into this commercial center of the city, Wellin walks to the right and slightly behind the blindfolded Misha. The human allows himself the liberty to look around and take in the sights. While the buildings and architecture have some sources of curious interest to him, it is the people who make a bigger impact. Already knowing that the local authorities will be of no help in looking for the missing friend of Misha, the man eyes for signs of Cale himself as well as attempting to judge who may or may not be of help.
With a reassuring chuckle, Wellin gives a single pat to the shoulder opposite to where Atesin had previously clapped Misha. "Do not fear. Even if you do lose us, we won't lose you. Now where is this place that you and your friend frequented?"