1st Day of Summer, 514 AV
The buzz of Syliras population swarming through streets of The Great Bazaar reminded Nayato of how much he detested large crowds of people. Everyone in this metaphorical stone hourglass moved like falling sand in chaotic synchronicity. Each grain crushingly compacting and jostling against one another then moving on with time. Nayato shook his head and strode off down a path, trying to lose the feeling of unease that always came with being in this place. Unlike any other day, he was told that he didn't need his armor for the days lesson by his Sponsor, Ser Cagus. In fact, it was his patron who requested that Nayato meet him in The Great Bazaar to begin with.
He was dressed comfortably in his long coat which was worn over his tan linen shirt and bucksink pants; the tan sun worn color of which matched his moccasin boots. Despite his lack of armor he was no less armed for combat as he wore his Khopesh on his hip and had his bow and arrows snugly set within the quiver on his back.
"Ser," said Nayato, offering a hand out to his friend and mentor. A hand that was received with a shake. "Took you long enough to get here." Nayato couldn't help but notice that the Knight also went without his armor, only wearing leather pants and a long black cloak which hid what he wore underneath. The man also carried his own sword and his ever present buckler shield.
From the agitated look on Nayato's face he felt the need to check on his squire. "Are you alright? You look a little... unnerved?" He shook his head in absent attempt to deflect the question. "This place is very distracting. It can get hard to focus." He held up his right hand to show the black freckles on his finger tips. It was a gesture greeted with parted lips from the Knight. "Ah? Right, the hands that make your people such amazing trackers." There wasn't much Nayato could do about it save for balling his fists and setting his hands into his pockets.
"I'll be alright, so what is the lesson today?" He said with fading discomfort. Ser Cagus huffed a chuckle motioning a hand for the squire to follow him when he began to walk away. "Lets walk and talk."
