Since passing through customs into Markutte several hours ago, Amon- no, Noatak according to more than half the people he has run into late, hadn't bought a single thing and only gave the auction house a cursory glance. There was little energy put into buying anything, and he instead spent his time wondering the latest venue of different sights and new faces traveling aback the turtle afforded him.

In some ways it was almost nostalgic; it brought back memories both good and ill of his formative years. Moving across the Four Nations as a nomad would before staying in Republic City. Noatak's daze of nostalgia came to a screeching halt when he happened by a bulletin board alerting potential buyers of latest wares.

No. Couldn't be.

"A flying lemur..." He wondered aloud before feeling a sudden breeze move in his direction. Only it didn't feel natural, and he when Noatak turned he barely had enough time to feel his throat clench when a orange-robbed figure came careening towards him.

Impossible- !