Between allowing Jared a chance to finally find some rest and taking some time for Ford to start grasping the basics of what it meant to utilize ether and channeling it through his Mark of Control, it was time for the two to find some downtime. Jared seemed to like trinkets and had been looking for somewhere he could cast a wandering eye to see what he could nab for his own stores. The Griscian had an idea of where to satisfy Jared's curiosity and desire to pick up a few things. Once the pair had recovered from their training(s), Ford escorted the shorter of the pair to a market in Malevin. It was a bit different from shopping in the Commonwealth, Daravin, or anywhere else that claimed to be the epitome of society. The blonde felt it hit the mark quite well, and he had no real need to go out and look elsewhere unless he was looking for something more specific that could not be found there.
There were many shops, stalls, and carts, having small wooden trinkets to food carts/stands, jewelry, and clothing. There was nothing that could not be bought in that particular market that wouldn't satisfy a typical customer's needs. Even then, Ford had found a couple of gems within that did quite beautiful custom works. So once Jared was ready to go and explore to see what kind of deals there were, Ford would walk with him, leading him through it. "It is a bit rustic, but that is part of the charm of being in Radenor. It is very..." The blue eyes lifted to look around as he took in a deep breath, trying to think of a better way to describe it, but he could not find anything better to compound what he had already said. "...I do not know another word to describe it. The people have a certain charm about them, and that is, remember to treat them as equals. If not, you'll be surprised what you'll be met with. They are very hearty." The blonde laughed as his hands slid into the pockets of his dark coat.
On his frame was a long dark coat that hung near his mid-thigh to his knees and was black with the slightest offset of brown in the fabric. Beneath the coat, Ford wore a simple button-down shirt, white in color, tucked into a pair of slacks that were a slate grey color with a pair of black leather boots that rounded off the outfit. Ford did not have any particular goal for the shopping other than to take Jared to look around. And although he had no intention of buying anything, he did keep an eye out for anything that might catch his eye that would go well at home for himself or Taelian. As his thoughts drifted, his gaze wandered toward the ground as they walked, distracted momentarily.
Having paused, Ford found himself staring at a random cart with small, wood-carved trinkets that could be attached to a bracelet or necklace, not actually meaning to stop and stare, but the voice of someone asking him if he saw something he wanted. Blinking, he lifted his head with an apologetic look of surprise before continuing to keep pace with Jared or wandering in the direction he had gone, if he had even gone anywhere.
