It was another pleasant day.

Da sat in his rocking chair, overlooking the street as he rocked back and forth, even though he was blind and couldn't see what laid before him. His senses told him exactly the scene before him. It played out in his mind, like a play left up to his imagination. The sounds of shoes walking upon the cobbled street, the jibber-jabber of the senseless people that crowded the streets as they walked about. He could hear the carriages passing by, the shouts and cries as they moved along, the orders and calls for them as he could hear hoofbeats clanking against the tiles. Indeed, it was just another day in Cendra City. He could feel the sun's warmth upon his skin, despite the cold which had approached these parts within the winter's season. But Da merely basked in the daylight he was provided with. He sat alone on his front porch, continued in his rocking movements. Olwyn had gone out to the marketplace, to do some business no doubt. Such a seamstress she was, she always kept busy. She had brought him out here to the front porch, before leaving to the rest of town for her work. Promising to be back in an hour or two, his daughter indeed was a good young lady. He continued to sit on his front porch, the old man continued to gaze dead ahead, his eyes completely clouded and white. But then, the creaking in his rocking chair came to a halt. Familiar footsteps, it seemed, had neared his direction. The man snickered.

Standing from his chair, he knew exactly that his scythe was sitting on the opposite end of the porch, but it was out of sight from many. Wrapped within the covers he had laid it over with, he took the large hulking baggage, in his hands before tying it up around his back. Stepping forward onto the porch, he listened for those familiar footsteps as he stepped down the stairs. But he hand't heard the scurrying of the creature beneath him. Suddenly, taken back he had stepped onto something... squishy. It had felt rather furry to say the least, but he couldn't tell in those shoes but he felt as if he were almost to fall. Angered with himself, he looked downward, despite the fact that he couldn't see what was down there. Though it certainly felt alive as he could feel it move under his grasp, and the growl sounded like it came from some sort of small animal. But, he hadn't expected any large beasts out here in the daylight, maybe some sort of dog but not a wolf. But what it appeared to sound like was some sort of rodent, or a skunk perhaps, was his best guess. He lifted his foot, to let the beast free but just as son that had happened, he bent down quickly, grabbing its fur with one hand as he attempted to pick it up and hold it to his eye level. Certainly, this little critter had distracted him from his true target. He could hear the footsteps escaping, and it wouldn't be long until they were fully gone. But to prevent this creature from biting him, he continued to hold it by its coat. But his target wasn't gone just yet, however he was irritated by the little ball of fur.

"A little ways from home, aren't ya?" he said to the creature, turning it only slightly in midair, lest it try to struggle. Perhaps he was letting the familiar presence near closer to him. Maybe his voice would be able to be heard from this distance.

The tiny beast's whimpers might be able to attract some attention, Da thought as he continued to hold the creature by its fur as he inspected it closer. It certainly didn't smell like any animal he was familiar with. But he was waiting, waiting to see where the footsteps have gone. But then they had stopped. That was good. Maybe the old man can buy some time, however now he had to deal with this... pet, it seemed. It certainly didn't seem like anything he was familiar with, seeing in these parts of Cendra. Feeling its fur with his other hand as it glided across its body, he could feel this was a... fox? Of some sort. Now, just what could he do with this fox... A scream happened to erupt, just in time for him to turn his head, ear facing the direction of the scream. Indeed, it seemed that the footsteps he expected did belong to the one he knew all along. Smiling to himself, his head cocked toward that direction with amusement. "Well, certainly this is interesting," he cackled, bending over to let the critter go. It actually had very little impact on his mind, and as chaos within the marketplace had started, Da walked in that direction.

He had known that man from before, and in fact he knew exactly what he's been up to. He hadn't expected him to be here in Cendra, nevertheless so close to his own home, but it certainly provided a good opportunity. But Olwyn. Would she be alright? Most likely so. If she weren't in some sort of noble's house by now, sizing them up for their dresses, then he wouldn't expect her to be anywhere near here. But the old man wasn't going to cause a scene. No, in fact, he just was going to walk by and give him a pleasant chat. It was that time of the day after all. But he heard the footsteps running. Closer and closer he could hear him approaching. But the man wouldn't recognize him, no, not in broad daylight like this. As the man and his thieving friends rushed past him, they sprinted along the road as one of them bumped into him. Da had stopped, let them push against his shoulder as he turned to see them running. "Outta my way!" he yelled, before another spotted a rare sight. "Oh look! A black fox!" One stopped to point at the small creature. "Oh yes! She'll catch a fine price on the market!" Another bellowed in laughter. Even as the guards were almost near approaching, they stopped in front of Da's house to catch the creature, their hands reaching to grab it.

Before the man in front of him could make an attempt, Da calmly held his shoulder. "That won't be necessary," he said simply, a crooked smile following soon after. Little did he know what the elder had in store for him. The other tried to grab his hand, to let himself go, but instead Da just held harder. The man groaned in pain, as he struggled to escape from his grasp. Da smiled all the meanwhile. "Boys, I believe I need to speak to your leader," he then said cryptically. "Shall we head inside and discuss this as gentlemen?" Surely this would be no tea party. "No! I don't know who you are but you can't speak to the boss! Guys, get this old geezer!" hollered one of them, and sure enough, the others charged at him.

"Oh dear, and I thought we were going to do this the civil way..." he said, shaking his head but as the rim of his hat covered his eyes, a wicked smirk shown from beneath it. Oh how he was going to enjoy this, but alas... the guards were going to arrive any minute now. Why take away such fun? But nevertheless, in the end he would be achieving his goal either way. They would be much more willing to talk if he could take a trip to the prison, but that was less enjoyable. After all, he couldn't be Grim Reaper of Grim Reapers out in the day like this... and as the crowd of people were running toward them, indeed he could sense their anger even from here. Apparently these fools had stolen items from people within the crowd...

"Why you-!" the one getting bit yelled, looking over at the fox that bit his leg. Da barely contained a laugh, he just knew what had happened, judging the scent of the fox and the tiny growls as he could hear the man's yelp. The poor thing. The man, that was. Poor fool got bit in the leg. This caused Da to at least, have some sort of respect for the creature. He could hear its tiny paws scurrying underneath the house. It probably had escaped after what happened. "Boys! What's taking you so long?!" the thief bellowed. Most were standing around wide-eyed, as they just saw what happened, and perhaps the fact that they didn't wish to go up against the old geezer. But in some sort of way, Da appeared intimidating. One in a way that most could not describe. Perhaps it was his aura, or the smirk upon his face. "Get him off of me! And grab the fox!" At that order, half and half split up in that direction. Da, however, merely continued to hold onto the struggling man's shoulder, tsking as if he were naughty. The men approached him, but at the same time, he could hear the rush of the guards behind him. "Dear me, boys, it seems our time is up," he then said calmly, letting go of the man's shoulder as he then took a small step backwards. The guards came, entering from both sides of the street as they surrounded the group. "Halt!" the guards yelled, crossing their spears as they pointed it toward them. Da just stood back as he watched the scene unfold.

He could tell that as they were being taken away, that the presence of the main thug's lingering gaze had been upon him as they left. No doubt, their leader would hear about this. And indeed he shall. It would prove the more beneficial to him anyway, without requiring much work. But the elder then sighed, as the streets returned to normal. He didn't get to use his scythe today. Back to his old routine, Da headed toward the stairs of his porch, already hearing the marketplace in the distance busy as though nothing had happened. As his shoes creaked along the wooden stairs, they stopped. He could still smell the scent of the fox, lingering underneath. Curiously, Da stood there. He chuckled. "Well now. I must thank you for taking a nip at his leg," he paused, still standing where he was on the steps. "It was worth the entertainment." Then the squeaks of the wood continued to be heard as he continued upward, making his way onto the porch. Setting down his covered scythe, the man then headed back to his chair. Gently feeling for the arm rests, Da sat down and began to rock back and forth feebly. As if he was the weak, kind old man he ever was.

Da continued to rock on his chair, returning to how everything was prior to what had just happened. The sun was high in the sky, the rays of light beaming down onto his skin as he basked in its warmth. The time of day was perfect. Everything was mellow as the marketplace was as busy as ever. Yet the scythe wasn't so far away... Suddenly he was taken from his thoughts, as he felt the soft fur jump right onto his lap. Most anyone would have nearly jumped out of chair from surprise, especially he who was blind. However the man just stopped, the rocking chair coming to a halt as he sat still. He didn't expect the scent to follow so slowly, not even he had expected it. What? Did it want some treats? He merely waited, expecting the critter to bite him however nothing of the sort happened. Instead, it was something rather surprising. Da continued to listen, hazy eyes facing forward, as he heard the fox speak. It was... one of them. This would typically make him freeze into place, however he continued to sit there, waiting patiently for the little chatterbox to finish. Oh how many questions the fox had. And rightfully so, but Da was a man of many secrets. Not all of them would be answered so easily. If anything, right now, he was just a weak, blind old man waiting for his daughter to return home. And so, he would treat it as such.

When the werebeast was done blabbering, the human just smiled contentedly. "Hehehe," he laughed, beginning to rock in his chair ever so slightly. "My, aren't you full of questions," he commented plainly. "What is it ever about?" he then asked but he knew exactly the reason why. He continued to sit in silence, his chair rocking ever so delicately. The questions would not go unanswered, however. The human was a cryptic man, full of mystery and secrecy. The answers he so sought, would not come easily. Though judging from his voice, this creature was only but a child. Nevertheless, Da treated them all the same. He stopped rocking in the chair. "They call me Da," he said, leaning forward ever so slightly as though he were looking at him. His face turned to face in his direction, however. "What's more curious is, what's a little thing like you doing out here in a place like this?" he then asked, white eyes gazing at him as though he were interrogating him.

He laughed at the little creature's comment. Indeed, he could bite off his fingers, or do anything he wanted for that matter. But to make a farmer like him angry, oh, things might not turn out so well for the fox. As he felt the fur leave his lap, he heard the thump upon the railing of the patio. Da looked in that direction, despite his blindness, but it was at least, courteous, to give the other within conversation some acknowledgement. As he spoke the human looked out in the direction of the busy marketplace. So his aunts were selling wears huh? He couldn't argue with the comment about him being forbidden to interact with humans, but as the thieves so judged, a silver fox couldn't escape so easily from the clutches of a greedy passerby. Perhaps it was because a creature like him is so small, compared to something larger much like a wolf, which would either cause panic or perhaps even some curiosity. But a werebeast is a werebeast, and even as old Da disliked the creatures, he didn't hate all of them. Even so, he hated bandits too, no matter what race they were. He just wanted them off his farm and off his property. Was that so much to ask for?

His clouded eyes continued to gaze out toward the marketplace. "You don't say?" he said with some interest, but the man himself wasn't smiling. "Then, I'm surprised you're all the way out here. Better be careful, danger can be lurking around every corner," he then joked, leaning back in his rocking chair. Despite his remark of jest, his words also rang true. No matter where one can be, even within the inner place of Cendra City, there were thugs, bandits, thieves, and people like Da, disguised as ordinary people in broad daylight. Of course, there were the poorer parts of the city. Where the elves lived for example, or the underway where shady people discussed their crimes. But majority of those who'd think Cendra was the peaceful place where all races mingled together, then they weren't all that wrong. But if one would think it was a safe place because of that, now that was a different story.

Continuing to lean back, Da tilted his head slightly. "You're not from around here, are ya?" It was a guess, but by the looks of it, it seemed that way. Of course, maybe Da was wrong, but one could never tell. Though to him, it seemed like this was one of his times visiting here. Just how old was the fox anyway? If anything, he seemed as young as an ordinary child or perhaps a teen in his younger years.