At first, when the male made himself known, Matthias stopped walking and instintly clutched his new prized possession closer to his throat, wings outstretching just a bit to make for a quick getaway. But it was all instinct. His body relaxed a bit once he realized the other was not, at least not immediately, aggressive, then relaxed completely once he was asked whether he was a merchant. Ah, so my raw talent is that obvious huh? Dropping the tarnished jewelry into his paw, he proudly answered the hyena's question, "You are one hundred percent correct, my good man. In fact, I just traded this," he holds up the worn silver necklace to give them a better view, "for basically nothing from a crow. It's worthless on its own, but I have the knowledge and the tools to make it into something ten times more valuable than what I got it for, and I'm in the midst of getting more wares for the shop I'll eventually open."
He took a good look at the person before him. A striped hyena at its base, but with bright arcane eyes, leathering wings, and multiple rings and bracelets that - might he say - matched the man quite well. It reminded him of Reed, who so far was the only other person he'd met that also wore gold jewelry like Matthias did. Not for the first time did he wish he knew where some gold was hiding; he'd like to make some more jewelry to add to his body, "My name is Matthias Kingsley. Is there something you need? My shop isn't open yet, but that doesn't mean I can't partake in a fair trade. I might have what you need."