Troy silently waved off the bottle offer, content to get dragon alcohol soon. He fished out his Summerheim identification, a sheet that recognized him as a member of the Ram's Crest. He displayed it for them. "Good morning, I assume this is suitable?" He asked.

Darst noticed praise for the Nocturne bloodline coming from the market before he even got there. "Can they really smell me from this far away?" Darst asked Yimira.

"No, it looks as if they're looking elsewhere. Another Nocturne?" Yimira pondered. "Perhaps we should go see. Regardless they'll know you're one immediately, from smell or from my presence with you."

"Ah, right. A guardian of those of the Nocturne bloodline, I had forgotten." Darst responded.

"You forget that often." Ja'see pointed out.

"Yes, I'm aware, but that's only because it doesn't come up until it's important." Darst replied.

"Well, when else would it come up?" Ja'see countered.

"Darius, are you able to find your way about with the crowd up ahead?" Owain asked the blind archer.

"Assuming they're not using magic to disguise themselves, yes. All I see are their full dragon sizes, so I may need you to guide me regardless in case some of them aren't." He replied.

"Very well." He held onto the forearm of Darius, intending to make corrections without hindering him much.