Atlas would stare at the man silently, studying him from head to toe before silently nodding. "Hello, yes!" he would reply, smiling behind his stolen garments. "Originally, I came for the promises of wealth I saw advertised on this pamphlet here, but-uh..." he would look around at the towering walls, a shiver running up his spine as the sun eclipsed behind the ringing bell tower, "I'll just be waiting back on the boat, thank you." He looks beside him and gestures to his bound-brother Fýlaksi, who walks up and firmly stares down the gentleman before walking off into the city, a clear sense of determination following his dead-panned stride. "He'll handle my business here, thank you."
(Any city business would be handled by either of his bound-brothers because of his hate and fear of cities and their confines. So, it'd make sense for his character to chill out either on the boat or outskirts while they handle any business inside.)
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