Othello and Benji were out shopping for things to fix and eat, they had been at it for hours and Othello didn't know where to find a thing. He was blind as a bat navigating Nevermere and almost to prideful to ask for help of course very few looked less than thrilled to offer aid or they feared more so that Othello would ask. He almost turned down another unknown street when something very light bounced off him and thumped hollow like on the ground, "oh shit," he looked down at the little apologizing lady, "stuff your sorries in a sack miss, are you okay?" he offered his large hand to her, Benji copying dad did the same, "I don't have a fucking clue...sorry...I don't have a clue where I'm going..."

After helping the dainty little flower to her feet he looked her over, "You are a tough cookie miss," taking a small step backwards Othello looked around, "I'm trying to find a place to get things for food, a market or something," he nodded his large head at the child strapped to him, "Seems if you create life you have to feed it," he leaned down whispering almost comedically because the smiling teething child didn't understand words, "and he eats like two horses," standing straight back up Othello offered his hand, "Othello Allemeade, Nevermere Champion, this is Benjamin Allemeade, boy."

"Nice to meet you Rhedara Shannon, and yes food sounds good because he has tried to eat me several times today," Othello joked rubbing the blonde hair boy on his head, Othello had done noticed the pair stuck out because of their hair, "lead little miss and we shall follow...so what do you do for a living? What's good eating?" he reached into a pocket of his black trousers and pulled a decent sized coin purse from it, "is this enough for us a meal?"

Othello grinned when she said it would be plenty and so he tossed the coin purse to Rhedara, "Well then bum," he joked, "seeing as you don't have a job, you can help a brother out by being my guide and money manager for the day," truthfully Othello knew very little about money he didn't really ever have a need for it when he could have always just taken what he wanted, cut a head off here and there and meals were free, stealing meant his clothes had been free, and he dealt in knowledge better than he did finical gain.

"I like meat, you show us the fine dinning of Nevermeran culture Misses Shannon! So what did you get the boot for?"

Fish. Othello was use to fish, as a former pirate, potatoes and fish were a usual diet for the big man, he could personally put away an entire tuna by himself if challenged enough to do so. As they walked and Rhedara confessed about the reason for her being discharged he couldn't help laugh loudly shaking his head, "hahahaha! You little Witches are as chaotic as me," and Othello thought himself pretty chaotic but the list so far was against him: Regans extraction of him from Coheed, the ball, and now the wayward curses? He loved it.

"I love it, that's pretty badass. Sometimes even your superiors need a fuckin' slap in the mouth. Would you do it again?"

Othello couldn't help but giggle like a mischievous boy, "Some men do get off on that, they usually have to pay for it or they have to get it done through having what little power they can muster," Othello again waived it all away, "stuff your sorries and worries Rhedara, if you felt what you did was right well it was right and fuck the rest," he spit right on the ground shocking some passing people, he didn't even notice, "fuck it right in the ass," he did the ear muff thing over Benji's ears even though the kid looked around with a uninterested stupid child like wonder plastered over his drooling face, "whoops, language. I know," removing his hands from the child's ears he continued, "and I know Tor. I also know Zarha that's...well that's just ridiculous if you ask me. Whatever. You'll bounce back, Nevermere always seems to bounce back."

Othello pointed at the cart in question and the smell that wafted made his mouth water and Benji gave a happy gurgle of incoherent babble also in agreement, "The jury has spoken, food cart," and as they they changed directions toward the vender Othello shrugged, "I'm looking for a bite of food and if it isn't to much, a place that can put together a meal for say a small house warming party? Which of course you'll be invited to, also I'll give you the coin for it but I need you to pick out a Gift for the Huntsman... don't matter what but something," he said warmly before addressing the rest of her questions, "I was on palace arrest until the Huntsman made me more.... Nevermere'ish ...so it didn't afford to much exploring."