A young mage wandered into the Marketplace. I hope everything's alright...I mean, Oh! He spun suddenly, having caught his sister's scent. No way! Did that confounded child-entity drop her here too? I had thought she was dead!....Then again, she likely thinks the same about me...Well, no time like the present to break the ice!

And so he strode, confidently and calmly. Nevermind that he's wearing white leathers, and evidently no weaponry. He strode up to the run-down house, stopping at the edge of the Wards she'd set, debating what the odds were that they're nearly deadly..Deciding that the odds were *not* in his favor, so he sat at the edges, which worked out to be about three feet from the door.

He sat, pulling his lower-back length hair up and out of his way in a low ponytail. His eyes drifted half-shut as he relaxed and focused on noticing the energy around him. Demon-cat, Her sister, a werewolf, and a demon? What the hell? When had that happened?

He sighed and relaxed farther. King Richard would deal. I'm staying here for a while, where ever 'here' is..I'm finding out what's up with her.