Whoever it was knew how to present and present well. Fiore wasn't fond of mortals, but he did own a high appreciation for those who radiated elegance, such as this vendor. The vendor, named Moctrine, owned a large transportable shack, to which they decorated with the finest of fabrics. Their wares were inside the apparel hut, what they sold was high line fashion. Fiore doesn't have limbs so fashion isn't quite his thing, but his eyes glimmered with a pleasure. Moctrine had certainly outdone themselves in Fiore's eyes!
Now out of small talk, Fiore decided to cut to business.
"Moctrine, I would be most gracious to make your acquaintance. My name is Fiore, and I wish to know if you know of the Black Market."
"Fiore, what a chap! I'll let ya in on some stuff fer bein' so kind. And I say, where else dae ya think I'd get these quality goods? Upperworld itself? Don't make me laugh, mate! The embargo up there is killing my industry, dae ya s'ppose I was to acquire this legally?"
"Pardon me, but I do not know much about fashion. I'm a regular in the field; I would not know."
"Ayyyye. Well, the Black Market's under that tower. The big one. Ya need a special key to get under there under the day, but ya might as well head off to a bar in the noon."
"Why is that?"
"During Seller's Season, they open up the Tower at twilight fer folk like ya. Daesn't mean ya come out alive, though, the local gangs kill ya while ya're down there and sell yar body off. They make a mighty damn fertune from it, too. Police hasn't been able to get them fer a mighty few years though, they end up getting slaughtered."
So... they really meant to kill Freya. Fiore thought that was such a wasted opportunity, he should have let them have her. What a wasted opportunity... anyway, he continued to elaborate on his more pressuring concerns.
"While I'm at this, dearest Moctrine, do you know of a Kasib?"
"That horrible looker! What about his damn face?! He's apart of the worst gang in town, the Evicts. He'll wreck ya if ya look twice."
"My partner and I have him in custody, I was wondering if he has a bounty."
"Damn straight he daes, mate!"
Now out of small talk, Fiore decided to cut to business.
"Moctrine, I would be most gracious to make your acquaintance. My name is Fiore, and I wish to know if you know of the Black Market."
"Fiore, what a chap! I'll let ya in on some stuff fer bein' so kind. And I say, where else dae ya think I'd get these quality goods? Upperworld itself? Don't make me laugh, mate! The embargo up there is killing my industry, dae ya s'ppose I was to acquire this legally?"
"Pardon me, but I do not know much about fashion. I'm a regular in the field; I would not know."
"Ayyyye. Well, the Black Market's under that tower. The big one. Ya need a special key to get under there under the day, but ya might as well head off to a bar in the noon."
"Why is that?"
"During Seller's Season, they open up the Tower at twilight fer folk like ya. Daesn't mean ya come out alive, though, the local gangs kill ya while ya're down there and sell yar body off. They make a mighty damn fertune from it, too. Police hasn't been able to get them fer a mighty few years though, they end up getting slaughtered."
So... they really meant to kill Freya. Fiore thought that was such a wasted opportunity, he should have let them have her. What a wasted opportunity... anyway, he continued to elaborate on his more pressuring concerns.
"While I'm at this, dearest Moctrine, do you know of a Kasib?"
"That horrible looker! What about his damn face?! He's apart of the worst gang in town, the Evicts. He'll wreck ya if ya look twice."
"My partner and I have him in custody, I was wondering if he has a bounty."
"Damn straight he daes, mate!"