Chuckles “No, none of those things interest me, I’m just here for a uh... specific job, but considering you decided to pop up to me and be so direct, I can’t help but to wonder if you’re either a thief, a merchant, or someone who needs a favor done, or perhaps you are the noble who keeps track of everything going on, and some rumors of a strange new guy stepping on your shores may be of interest to you? Well, for whatever reason you want to talk to me, I’m a little busy at the moment, you know, with that job and all...” Throughout the entirety of the last statement, Zarron’s tone became less inquisitive and closer to something that vaguely remarked sarcasm. This man’s games, or his eerily cheeky introduction wasn’t something Zarron felt like dealing with. He came to do a job, not shoot the breeze with an unnecessarily bubbly stranger “At any rate, I need to get going, maybe we could talk more perhaps when I could care more; but before I go, I must ask a few questions, where is the best pub in town, the best inn in town, and where is the noblemen’s district? I do enjoy some classy architecture and would love to have a look around.”
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