It's raining.
Tumbling down the dark and secluded pavement street, he gathers his (expensive, may he add. He'd been informed this cloak would be water and weather proof.) garment that'd been hastily thrown on when he'd stormed out.
They finally, Finally picked up their Denden's and decided to hear him out. He hoped he remembered his gloves so he wouldn't have to touch them during their business, such filth had no right to even look at him normally.
Yet, desperate times. His fists shook with rage as he thought about those two brats who defiled his blood heir! They pumped that good for nothing brat full of ideas of freedom and family. How idiotic.
Looking up at the sign hanging in front of the building in Low town, he grimaced as he touched the handle and entered the bar. The place was deserted except for the bartender, and a single man wearing a dark filthy and wet cloak sitting on a stool up front.
Walking up to them, he sat down so there were still a stool between them.
"Outlook, right?" The man said, turning to look at him.
He nodded.
"So. Tell me, what'd'ya got for trade? Ye made it sound like 'd be a good deal." The man drawled. Outlook wrinkled his nose in disgust at the way he spoke, can't he speak normally and understandable? Did he Have to talk like a hooligan?
"That's right." He pulled out a couple pictures from his pocket and laid them in front of the man.
"These two brats are known around these parts as troublemakers. They're fairly young still, but plenty strong. My sources tell me they live in the forest, but often go down to some village on the island. I'm willing to pay you if you wish, but I can promise you they'd be useful for traders such as yourself." The man took the pictures of two boys.
Both had dark hair. In the pictures, he could see them walking with a pipe each, dragging a carcass of what looked to be a giant boar of some sort.
If those two had taken out that boar by themselves, he could see them being useful, even more so at the possibility of a rank.
Glancing back at Outlook, he smiled and pocketed the photos.
"Ye got yerself a deal".