Hand clutching the reins, he guides a leaper lizard the last few feet to present it before its owner, a merchant who sold fresh produce down by the shore. A rodent had managed to upset the animal enough that it bolted before either its owner or those nearby were able to intercept it, yearning for the freedom of the wastes that would rip the flesh from the creature’s bones if left exposed to its wrath. Fortunately, before the creature could make it past the city’s gates, a handful of wastelanders had worked together to corner and calm it, ending the dramatic turn in events.
Tugging gently on the piece of leather, one of the same wastelanders involved in the leaper’s capture hands the reins back to the merchant with a gruff “Here”, then nodded his head and turned to leave, his task complete. Such incidents were common enough for the blond that he didn’t mind pitching in if needed, helping the people of Spargus where possible. At least here his help wouldn’t have so many detractors; or at least ones that favoured voicing their opinions in the open, anyway. It was a way of life that he could see himself grow to enjoy and appreciate.