@stfubo
Delcan had heard someone was looking for him. He had his connections, and those connections sometimes pushed wayward supernaturals to his doorstep. He made it a point to find them before they found him. He didn’t exactly like people digging into his life, finding his routes around the city.
He didn’t have any trouble locating the latest lost soul. He found himself next to him before he even announced himself. “I don’t know what you were told, but I’m not a charity.” He pushed his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, piercing icy blues looking the other up and down. As much as he said it wasn’t a charity, and he would never admit it basically was. He didn’t have the heart not to help someone like himself who needed it.
“You have something worth trading? Or....” He paused, pursing his lips. “You could owe me a favor.” If someone had the means to pay but needed a place to crash, he would take payment in full. If someone sincerely needed the help, he hardly collected on anything, if he ever did at all. For now, he would have to get a read on the guy.
