I don't....I don't care.

[Eire Saf'Voak]

Sitting in the back alleyway, Eire sat up against a dumpster, shaking his head. Cigarette clutched in between his fingers, he waited impatiently for the man to arrive. Apparently, a Duro named [member="Cadan Tazi"], who was supposed to supply the reporter with spice.

The smell of alcohol rolling off his breath, Eire shook his head, as he slowly pulled the cigarette back up to his lips, taking a drag on the cigarette.

(Sorry for the short post)

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Someone had reached out and asked for spice. Ussually this was something Cadan left for his workers, but he felt that this would need a more 'personal' touch.

Like most of his deals, everyone wanted it to be secret and the first through that came to their mind was a back ally. A place where no one would want to go, so in fact the place that should be monitored more often.

It was the small glow emitted from the cigarette that really drew Cadan's attention to [member="Eire Saf'Voak"]. Cadan walked up to Eire. His old, stained and shot up trench coat floating behind him. His robotic arm caught the light and occasionally reflected it in all sorts of different directions.

"Who are you?" His voice was rough, and husky. It seemed like it would be more at home to yelling at those lower than him.

(All good man.)