When it rains, it pours: Closed Rp
Dark clouds filled up the night sky as trolls walked through the city streets, umbrellas held overhead to keep the liquid off soaking the bodies. The moons were visable tonight however, radiant lights sticking out admist the dark coloration. Lamps lit the roadways as normal, even in the bad side of the city, where work was certainly being done.
The motorcycle had been parked for a few minutes, various containers being unloaded as Cileno collected his pay. There was always work for a transporter, or at least, a lot of it. Less however, for one with morals, such as refusing to transport the living, or illegal goods to the youth.. Percisely what the blueblood refused to do.
Delivering alchol and such beverage to gangs was still not the safest of choices, or the most moral, but it was a hell of a lot more so then otherwise. Flipping a coin as he headed away from a wearhouse, the blue blood headed to his motorcycle, sticking a key in the ignition... and No sound when he turned it. The vechilce must need repairs soon.
Kicking up the kickstand, Cileno moved it onto the sidewalk, and began to make his way back hive on foot.