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He was perhaps too well dressed for the shady underbelly of the Cotes district. Even with a shoddy cloak and hood he knew his shoes still shined and he was too clean, and stood too straight for usual residents of the area.
Primed to be jumped. But, despite his like for being in the background, back home he could brawl just as much as anyone else, if need be.
Despite the inherent danger that came with a place like this, it was also the best place to find prospective customers and investors. He had to start from scratch on his business after all.
He hadn’t been paying attention, too wrapped up in thought and keeping the cloak around himself.
Rounding a corner he ran into someone tall and thin. He stumbled, grabbed the stranger’s shirt. Course corrected, let go of the shirt, pressed his hands to a wall. His knees were shaky (such aches came with age).
“I -- I know it is dark about these parts, but a warning of, ‘upcoming tree’ would have been nice.”