Caleb was trying to get back into the swing of things. He'd been gone months in search of someone to break the wretched curse he'd been force to live with his entire life. In the end however, things just hadn't panned out the way it had hoped. It had been a crushing blow, but one he took in stride, finally resigning himself to his fate. This was just the way things had to be he supposed. Not that the hound had minded, finally ceasing his grumbling, all to happy to be sticking around. At least the arguing had stopped.
Now Caleb was doing his usual, making his rounds around the cirque to make sure things remained nice a quiet. It hadn't been his intention to talk to anyone, not really, but spotting the cute little red head setting up shop had made him pause. With a quirk of his brow, he made his way over to the shop and to her with a smile on his face.
"Afternoon, Margaery right?" he said by way of greeting, his smile pleasant. "Do you need any help?"