Ulrich_von_Belm

*A sullen, dry look wanders over the well-dressed man who shows Ulrich his teeth* "Jo want zu know was drives mich to this city?" *He coughs a little* "Ich looking after work, Ich need money to have mein axs sharpened, mein greasy friend ..." *Ulrich grins a mischievous grin before he pushes the man away and steps further into the market* „What ein idiot...“