||Back in the Troll Market||
It was close to the witching hour in New York City, the white moon cascading a shadow along the buildings, the air surprisingly cool for a summer evening. The Icthyo Sapien paced quickly under the bridge-- why he was being sent back into the troll market on his own, he had no idea-- Oh well, he had a general idea, he just tried hard not to recall the incident Red had caused. Abe wished he could laugh at the moment, realizing he and Krauss were the only two not banned from said place, hence why he was able to enter alone... no canary required to have the bitter old troll let him in. Figured. Though somewhere between him arguing with the creature-- a bit more kindly than Hellboy had, he would have already been inside the market with the company of said Krauss, who unfortunately returned to Germany. Some odd business or another...
If Abe could cringe, he would have. The market was ridiculously noisy this night, busy as usual... butchers and craftsman were at work. Not wearing his full apparatus, he gained a few stares, most likely from his last visit... nodding in respect, he continued. All he needed to do, was head to the scroll shop-- just head it, grab anything pertaining to Lycan or Werewolves... anything pertaining to a large transformed canine that would prove useful in the latest case. Entering the shop, the being nodded at Abe in respect... he most likely caught word of the relationship he held with the princess, and her and Nuada's death... Something that still haunted him to the day.
There were not many in the shop, and the few who were stayed wary of the being, the company he kept-- the 'Rambunctious Hellboy'. Despite not being present... he couldn't blame them. His long gloved fingers ran over the sides of the scrolls, scripted in languages from all over, Abe being able to read all of them... he continued this for a bit, sighs escaping at each dead end.