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"Oh, erm, these? N-no, groceries, and a book." He said, not without embarassment. He called them groceries, but his bags were really full of nothing but peanut butter. He hoped she would not look though, as to avoid any questions about diet. Truth is, Jericho didn't even eat peanut butter.

The book was real though!

"I've just moved here." He explained while pulling the bags in a comfier position in his arms. "I was taking a look, and getting my first groceries."

"Oh, it's ... erm ..." As the book was sitting at the top of a bag, he could somewhat see the cover. Twisting his head to look at it, he grimace, and read: "Understanding Humanity. It's by a lizardfolk philosopher. I heard it was fascinating." Indeed, simply thinking about the secrets such a book could reveal excited him to no end, and it's with a big smile that he opened the door to the tourist info office, to let his injured companion through. "I think the bathrooms are at the back there. I need to clean my hands too."

Jericho was already out of the restroom by then, having only a smear of blood to clean up. While Merdice was still in, he had started talking to the booth clerk, asking about the area, the people and, most important, a band-aid or two. When the door to the bathroom made a noise, he turned and waved at the woman, free of the bags he left next to the entrance, and motioned her over.

"These guys have band-aids if you need. Oh, and they have a listing of cheap healers too, but I don't think you need that?"

He examined her for a moment. The wrinkles, he noticed. The smile, her hair and clothing, everything of her. Beyond looking at her, he was staring, in a somewhat unsettling way. He wasn't trying to be rude, nor was he being a creep; he was just not all that used to interaction with ladies. Or just womanhood in general.

"Are you busy, actually?" He asked as he went to get his bags. "I need help with something. You've been traveling, haven't you?"

"It means you've seen things, right? I need ... someone with a bit of a worldly experience to her." He explained, though it really wasn't much of an explanation. Truth be told, Jericho had no idea how he should explain himself. On one side, his employer requested complete secrecy. On the other side, he needed to spill some beans if he wanted to get the job done.

"It's ... complicated." No s**t. "But if you don't mind following me, I can tell you more. I'll treat you to a dinner in exchange for your time, and you don't have to accept!"

Jericho beamed of all his perfect teeth. "Excellent! You won't regret it, I promise. It's easy, and it might even be fun!"

After a quick and quiet taxi ride, both young lad and lasses were inside the very happening "G-Spot", a fine dining experience in downtown Gambino, only a few blocks away from the great casino. The tables were draped in white, and the dining room was decorated with grand marble columns, carved with great, powerful fishes and mighty monsters, magicked to shift between shades of cobalt and jade as people passed near, as if shifting through water. All servers all were angel imps, floating down from the high-rise ceiling to bring food from the second floor kitchen.

"Oh, Mr Amilony! A pleasure to see you this day. May we rid you of the bother of your bags?" Said a female imp, gliding gently a few inches above the ground to counter her small stature. Another, from the side, came and took Jericho's bags, while a third offered Merdice to take any coat or bag she was hindered with.

"Thank you, Stephanie. Please ready my table for two." He simply answered.

"I hope you like seafood? It's mostly seafood here. If you don't, we can go somewhere else?" Jericho asked, somewhat sheepishly. The table was next to a gigantic window with a great view upon the sea, and an empty beach of the Gambino shores. An angel was just finishing placing the table, and handed them both the day's menu to look at.

"Ah! Like I said, it's my treat. Are you hungry? Don't be shy and get everything you want."

"The grilled lobster is their specialty. It's simple, but they do it so perfectly." Or so he heard. Jericho never tried it himself. He smiled and ran a hand through his pale, bleached-brown hair, and leaned back into his chair. He called his own order, waited for Merdice to do the same, and smiled.

"You were on a boat? Were you captain or part of the crew?" He asked. It was all out of curiosity, he never meant to pry. Still, that he could take such a guess, knowing so little, and still be so sure of himself was ... strange, to say the least.