Hey, Doc (Roman)

[Nyahna Sasin]

10th Spring 511 AV

The annoying thing about surprises, Sasin decided, was that they snuck up on you, gave you a heart attack, and walked away like there was nothing wrong.

For what seemed like the millionth time, he glanced down at the paper in his hand. Non-humans rarely went unnoticed, and he hadn't been as careful as he should have been. He made a mental note to regulate his alcohol from then on. Just in case. It was too late, anyways. He was going to have to sleep with one eye open, and a hand on his knife. Petch, he was going to have to learn to use it in a fight.

There were so many ifs. If the man had learned of him on his own, he might be fine, but if he had learned it through others, he was going to have to stay on high alert. Information to the highest bidder, and all that.

He growled softly under his breath as he stopped in front of the door he had been directed to. Rapping his knuckles on the hard wood, he briefly considered just killing him, before dismissing it. No unnecessary risks.

[Roman]

Roman patiently waited for his quest, hoping that the dhani he saw a few days before would have been curious enough about poisions that he took him up on his.. offer. Besides even if the creature wasn't interested about that, the fact that he knew what he was in this racist city, he made sure to mention what would happen with him in his letter a few times, would be reason enough. When he heard a knock on his door he quickly finished of his tea and set it back on the cabinet, making a mental note to clean it later. Before he went towards the door, hoping that the dhani had finally arived. Opening the door the he smiled down on the rather small dhani, towering a good foot over him. "Well dear serpent, I am pleased that you took me up on my offer." Roman gave a polite smile as he stepped aside allowing the dhani to enter.

[Nyahna Sasin]

(Sorry for the delay. Exams are killing my spare time.)

The door opened to reveal an annoyingly tall man. "Si- sorry, Rhysoldamnit" He growled softly, quickly correcting himself. Best to keep to the religion practiced here, he decided. No use making more enemies than he already had. He simply grunted at the man's greeting, and stalked inside.

Standing in the middle of the room, he folded his arms, waiting. He gave the impression of a sulky child being made to do something. He eyed the door, again debating the possibility of escape. Not that there was really any hope, but still. "So, are we gonna do this or what?" He grumbled.