The night was pleasantly warm, but Seth hadn't appreciated something so simple in quite a long time. 

There were times when Seth wished that he didn't have to hear the voice of his dyr. He supposed, he could have tried to force her to be quiet, but then that would have been silencing a part of himself. Instead, he did what he could to ignore her. 

The man sat cross legged in the forest. His gaze was focused solely upon a leather bag, tied tightly by a simple string. He knew what was inside, he'd counted the merchandize and knew exactly what could be found there. He felt the scales and warm body of Jezebel slithering up his back, so as to perch her head on his shoulder. She stayed there for a moment, her gaze matching his. "There are others out there, more worthy..." Seth let out a sigh, allowing his head to fall back so as to look up at the sky above him. "Yeah, but they won't pay so well." He knew that she was aware of that much. It irritated him in more ways than one.

Letting out a sigh, the man pushed himself up from where he'd been resting. He took the bag with him. Jezebel had just enough time to wrap herself around him, so as to follow. "Someone working with the Eldouir will want them." He told the cobra, beginning to move forwards into the forest towards the Eldouir keep in the distance.