The geian was used to bright individuals, seeing as how he lived amongst the Lightning, and he'd even caught glimpses of Oban and Matori visitors in Valmon, but the sheer number of blue-skinned folks milling about here was so distracting that he had to force himself not to stare. He was doing a decent job of it too, even though it meant keeping his eyes turned so sharply downward that he had already bumbled into five or six innocent pedestrians.
Even operating under this completely unnecessary handicap, Howth eventually found himself in a market of sorts, wandering past stalls of fruit and fish until he was shoulder-checked by a scruffy young Matori, their excessively long hair gathered in a high ponytail.
"Lookin' for work? I've got good information 'bout a big find further inland."
Howth paused, checking his pouches to make sure no one was taking advantage while he was preoccupied.
"What sort of work could you possibly want me for?"
Heras Box
