~ Renea Goldson ~

"Huh?" Renea responded as she turned around to look at Sira.

"Talk to you again some time okay?" Sira said with a wide grin across her face.

Renea didn’t respond she just looked at her for a moment before turning around. Sira was a gypsy and a Caravan it’s not like she was ever going to see her again after the festival. At least that’s what she thought.

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Excitement and thrill ran through Renea as she saw all the people in the town square the next day. It was so strange but something about the joy and the excitement around her seemed to fill her with joy. Walking around the crowded streets she remembered Sarah’s warning that was given to her this morning. ‘Stay safe, and keep inside the town please. We are leaving the day after tomorrow,” Sarah explained with a friendly smile on her face. That smile that cruel and villainous smile, whenever she saw that smile Renea knew that she’d be in a mountain of trouble if she disobeyed.

“Meat, meat for sale here!” Renea heard someone shout.

“The finest jewels and silks, just a few silver a piece!” Another shouted.

Renea simply ignored most of them until she reached a strange looking booth. The wood was painted a bright red with different weapons, trinkets, jewelry along with beautiful fabrics of all kind. Curious, Renea walked over to it and looked at the different options that they had. Sarah had given her exactly thirty silver to spend any way she liked and she intended to get something nice for herself.

Picking up a beautiful silver colored blade she looked at the small dagger, but as she looked at it she shook her head. She looked at a few other things as well but nothing seemed to suit her, that was until she caught the sight of gold. She already had her own golden staff, though she really needed something so she didn't have to hold it all the time.

The gold that she saw wasn't a weapon it was a long piece of cloth, and almost immediately Renea was grinning ear to ear. It was beautiful, but she shook those thoughts out of her head, she didn't need any more gold. She and the dragons already had plenty. Besides she was sure there was something better than gold in at least one of the stalls around her.

"Beautiful isn't it?" A male's voice asked slowly, immediately catching Renea's attention.

Renea blinked for a moment and then turned her head to look at the man who sat in the booth, strange she hadn’t noticed him at all sooner. The man had dark brown hair, that was held back in a ponytail at the back of his head. His dark brown eyes looked over Renea once before grinning. What she found strange was the black fur that was wrapped around his neck, it was long and there was a tail around both of his shoulders, one to the back and one to the front falling just passed his knees as he stood. He gave her a curt bow before Renea spoke.

"Hello," She said with narrowed eyes.

"Pleasure to meet you young lady. I take it that you aren't from around here, are you?" He responded with a wide grin.

"Actually I am from around here sir," Renea bit out with a deep frown as she gripped her staff tightly.

"Really? Now I don't know if I can believe that," He responded with a laugh.

"And may I ask where you're from sir?" Renea asked slowly.

“All around, I don’t call any one place home anymore. I travel and sell my goods, my name is Crysto Caravan. May I ask your's m'lady?” He explained calmly.

"Renea... Renea Goldson. Are you by chance related to a Sira Caravan?" Renea asked curiously.

Almost immediately, his eyes widened in shock before he laughed. He full on cackled, his whole body bent over as he clutched his stomach. Renea took a step back in surprise as she looked at him in confusion. Slowly his laughter died, but he couldn't seem to stop chuckling.

"No... I am not related to Sira, however I do know her. An old acquaintance, we're both from Caravans actually. Just not the same one, and she loves me," Crysto said with an egotistical smile on his face.

"Why do I not believe that?" Renea asked with a raised brow. She was only met by Crysto's cocky smile as he gestured to everything at his stand.

"Is there anything that catches your eye my fair lady?" He asked slowly.

"That scarf is fantastic actually but not the right color," Renea pointed to the long piece of fabric. She couldn't carry around so much gold, it would attract way too much attention to herself. Not that her looks helped in that matter very much she thought bitterly, people were way too judgmental.

"Hmm, is that so? Well you're in luck my lady, I happen to have a much wider variety than you give me credit for," Crysto grinned widely.

Renea's eyes widened as he held out several beautiful scarves. All of varying colors, textures and designs. Her mouth hung open as her eyes lit up with excitement, they were absolutely beautiful. She didn't notice the man's smirk as he laid them on the table, her eyes were glued to the scarves. She just had to have one.

"How well do you think on of these would hold a staff for battle?" Renea asked her eyes finally returning to the man.

"A staff you say?" Crysto asked with confusion.

"Yes my staff," Renea said as she lifted it up to show him, what she didn't expect was his reaction.

His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open and he jumped back in surprise, shock and horror. Renea looked at him in confusion as he seemed to try to speak.

"T-That's the Dragon's Wrath!!" He nearly shouted, as his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement as he looked from Renea to the staff.

"What?" Renea asked as even more confusion filled her head to the brim. Was this man crazy?