The market certainly did begin to bustle with life by the turn of the midday, to be sure; The occasional barter or clink of coins against wooden surfaces (as well as each other) only lightly echoed through the open field during the earliest moments of the phase; Yet as time passed, that passing echo would grow into a river of voices, both jolly and jovial, yet passionate and-- in some odd cases-- oddly primitive. The market district of La'marri slowly came to life, glorious and wild, controlled and yet carefree as the citizens of the town began to intermingle with foreign traders and passersby until the many beating pulses of the land became a fine mesh wave.
This was, more or less, the time of day when Narras got most of his customers. In fact, as he began to allow the swimming white noise of the world around him to wash his own self awareness away, he recieved his very own first customer of the day.
"...Erm, uh... Excuse me? Are you open for business?"
What a soft and mindful voice, Narras couldn't help but think. Having been midway into a reflection of sorts, the large, yet slender Nyralia-Xu slowly opened his eyes, the large, pristine white pupils slowly gaining focus as they came to know the man who 'awakened' Narras. Humans certainly had a physical sense of humor. Clad in iron armor that had seen very many battles, here stood a man who's voice did not at all match his appearance. His light skin-- or what could be seen of it from his face-- was gruff and scarred. His short, messy, black hair told the story of a rather carefree lifestyle. His dark brown eyes were busy darting this way and that, keeping themselves occupied in order to avoid having to stare into Narras's own; Not an uncommon reaction, the Nyralia-Xu was beginning to learn. He was quite young, by the look of his face, and kept adjusting the metal armor he bore over his shoulder...
"A sapling, then. Wonderful," Narras responded rather simply, a smile on his face as his long, powerful tale moved for the first time that morning, helping him to balance as he stood from the ground... and suddenly towered over the human. If he weren't intimidated by the claws of his hands or feet, then it seemed odd that this simple act would cause the young man discomfort. At least, that was Narras's thinking. The intricacies of human nature were still quite the mystery to him... Likely to all Nyralia-Xu.
"What are you--"
"Here, let me look at you." In truth, yes, the man was a tad bit unnerved by Narras's height. However, what was perhaps more unnerving was how... 'familiar' the larger creature acted. Even now it reached forward (to the man's disdain) and tried to touch his face; An act denied by a very simple, instinctive backward step. Narras couldn't help but smile further at such indignation, however; Humans were such paranoid things. Not many races were quite as easily disturbed as they were. This... innate 'distrust', as it were, was so foreign a concept to the Nyralia-Xu that Narras, after somewhere near a year of wandering these lands, still didn't comprehend it.
"Ah, apologies; Where are my manners. I am Narras-Xu-Lu... I specialize in message therapy. You seek my consult?" What he had gained a fair understanding of, however, was the Common tongue. Sure, there were words and concepts that were--and likely always would be-- foreign to him, he was very much capable of communicating on a human level. If only he could master accents as well... Perfection was a strange concept.
"What makes you think--"
"You 'feel' weakened, sapling. Even without touching you, I can tell, this close. No blood... but likely not as simple as a dislocated shoulder, hm? You fear possibly losing your arm, hm...?"
"How did you-- I didn't... Yeah. Yeah, it's banged up pretty badly. That apothecary back there," The man motioned with his head to a further end of market, "He says herbs might help it heal, but this pain is..." He didn't need to continue; Narras understood well enough. His words did explain why he seemed so disconcerted... They also explained why he bothered to approach a lowly (yet rather large) tent with signage that simply read, 'Healing'. Narras wasn't exactly an expert at marketing.
"...I can pay, okay? If you can ease the pain, I'll pay whatever you want. So... is there anything you can do?" Pay, pay, pay. As Narras understood it, this concept was very fundamentally instilled in human nature; Debt, and the guilt of occurring debt. Were gathering not banned in certain portions of the area (not here, fortunately), Narras would've taken the poor sapling in for free. However, there was order in this strange fear of debt, and it was likely a worse idea to go against it than to simply adhere to it.
"Indeed there is, sapling. Why don't we step into my tent... and I can examine you better."
And so, the two vanished into Narras's place of 'business' for something close to two hours. And, in that short time, a surprising amount changed. The market became even more busy, bustling further with life if that was at all possible. To add to this, the Nyralia-Xu unknowingly received a neighbor as well; Though he would not be able to greet him openly until eventually, with a serene swagger to his steps, Narras exited his tent, alone.
"Ah, a tradesmen... Welcome." Perhaps there should have been some sense of trepidation in his approach to this new neighbor, a large, rather hardy creature matching Narras's height-- and then some, but that was not the Nyralian way. With his hands outreached for the big guy's rather aggressive-looking face and furred chest, Narras attempted to greet him the most instinctive way he knew how; A 'sharing' of the minds... Just a short one. Enough to get a name, maybe a little racial understanding... Gender, perhaps... Likes... Dislikes... Fond memories... Family... Friends... Or was that too much to ask of a first sharing? Narras never quite knew where to draw the line...