[he's let the word out slowly, but hearing whispers and gossip going pretty strongly, he's starting to wonder if maybe he should make it official. but then again, rumors and assumptions certainly give him the advantage when it comes to people approaching him, and it's not like he's doing this "business" for monetary profit.
only thing he's making sure to keep a dead secret is where all his "random shit" actually is. and he makes a point only to do trades with other sleepers, since the locals around here aren't going to offer him anything he actually wants. that keeps his admittedly-large stock from dwindling quickly. and it creates links between him and the people who matter in this hellhole.
not that he won't talk to locals if they happen to swing by... always a conversation before bothering to do any business. kind of more an advantageous hobby to keep him somewhat occupied and entertained.
omg, levi meets lysol wipes. a match made in heaven.
he likes this bar. it's out of the way, doesn't have too many customers, far from the sea and the market, and basically your somewhat-seedy back-alley don't-look-at-me meeting place where he'll neither get mobbed by annoyances or completely missed by potential interested parties. still "open" enough the person approaching him won't feel completely swamped either.
someone's straight laced... reminds him of an almost militaristic air, though he's not carrying himself with chest puffed out and looking down on him. though the determined aura around him is interesting... obviously someone's heard of him.]
Ya say "loot" like it was plundered. [totally was, but no one needs to know that. explicitly. except the two people who watched (and helped) him do it.] Whatcha want?
s'all good. life's a bitch.
only thing he's making sure to keep a dead secret is where all his "random shit" actually is. and he makes a point only to do trades with other sleepers, since the locals around here aren't going to offer him anything he actually wants. that keeps his admittedly-large stock from dwindling quickly. and it creates links between him and the people who matter in this hellhole.
not that he won't talk to locals if they happen to swing by... always a conversation before bothering to do any business. kind of more an advantageous hobby to keep him somewhat occupied and entertained.
omg, levi meets lysol wipes. a match made in heaven.he likes this bar. it's out of the way, doesn't have too many customers, far from the sea and the market, and basically your somewhat-seedy back-alley don't-look-at-me meeting place where he'll neither get mobbed by annoyances or completely missed by potential interested parties. still "open" enough the person approaching him won't feel completely swamped either.
someone's straight laced... reminds him of an almost militaristic air, though he's not carrying himself with chest puffed out and looking down on him. though the determined aura around him is interesting... obviously someone's heard of him.]
Ya say "loot" like it was plundered. [totally was, but no one needs to know that. explicitly. except the two people who watched (and helped) him do it.] Whatcha want?