5th of Summer 512AV
Zanza walked into the bar, his mask on top of his head, his always sheathless sword in his hand, and his usual pseudo-happy smile plastered across his face. To tell the truth, having only just arrived in the city, he just walked in to the first building that seemed interesting and it just so happened that this building was a bar. His gut rumbled, pleading for food. His dry tongue danced in his mouth, eager for a drink to wet it. He groaned quietly. He had been traveling for days, all the way from Riverfall. He needed nourishment. Now. But getting food and drink meant that he would have to spend money, and that was something he did not want to do. He would have to come up with another way. And the only way he could think of was thievery.
He looked around at the tavern's patrons. Pickpocketing one of them was out of the question. Zanza was skilled at some things, but finesse was not one of those skills. If only he could find a...
There! He spotted a man, probably around his age and almost as tall as him. But he was scrawny and looked like he would not be able to put up much of a fight if he had to. Perfect. Zanza's smile widened and his mind began rapidly concocting ideas on how to liberate this young man of some unneeded coins. Perhaps the direct way is the best way this time he thought as he moved towards the weak-looking man. Simply "ask" him for some money. Zanza was sure that he would be more than happy to oblige once he saw who was asking. His brash confidence seemed to shine on his face and in the way he walked.
As he approached he put the tip of his sword on the ground and threw his arm around the young man's shoulder in a sort of half hug, as if he was greeting an old friend. "Heya, bud!" he said cheerily. "Gods it's been how long? I don't even know, I'm just glad to see ya again. Listen, I had a long day and I could really use something to keep me goin'. Only problem is I left my money at home." He leaned his sword so that it was easily visible for the man to see. His voice darkened a bit, but still kept that same cheery tone. "Think you can help me out?"