Nya smiled, studying the stranger and wondering why he was so tense. Sweet things always relaxed her - they were a rare treat for someone who ate a great deal of meat, especially raw. She wondered why he only ate half of his. Perhaps he preferred meat as well. Still it was nice that the stranger offered food. To Nya, that made him less of a stranger and more of a friend. Creatures that were a danger did not voluntarily offer food nor conversation, even if it was of the confusing variety.
The Kelvic reached out and touched his chin, noticing for the first time that he had stubble as well. "You just started growing a beard? Moving from a boy to a man?" She asked, almost as if she were not sure of his age. Truthfully she had no idea. Nya had never ever seen her father shave his face, and to her way of thinking men either had beards or they had smooth skin - this halfway state was odd. His cheek was rough to her touch and she looked at him curiously, surprised. She watched the crumbs fall, then glanced up back up at his face. "You are a messy eater." The Kelvic said suddenly, amused, though not critical in her statement.
"I came to the market to watch people. I have not been in the city for a day or two. If you want to go look for a workshop, that sounds like an interesting task. I do not think there are guilds here. It is a place one person can stand without the help of others. Maybe I will join you in looking for a workshop. What sort of workshop anyhow? I might buy a thing or two on the way, but I mainly just came to be around other people." Her green eyes scanned the crowds, curious of the people walking by. There weren't many out - Syliras wasn't a crowded city - but there were enough to keep her eyes occupied.