Shen's trip to Merctown went smoothly, with the Blind Mystic now past the gates and listening to the sounds of the cityscape around him. Shen can hear many things that most would simply ignore as passerby but to the mystic, the sounds paint a picture of the city around him. The sound of a battered exhaust from a gasoline engine roaring to life; the echo of the engine suggests an alleyway. Countless discussions fill the air and the overhead Ley Line and Nexus leave what sounds like a constant soft hum.Conditions wrote:Location: Merctown
Time/Date: 11:30:00 ; November 23rd, 111PA
Conditions: Cold, dry day. Mild wind.
The Mystic is familiar with Merctown by reputation and knows how many degenerates run some of the city's sectors, Mercenary bands reign supreme next to the Defenders who only get involved when major rules are broken. Work and affluence comes from who you know in the town and where you hang out. The Job Market Cafe, headed by a Fixer Jones, is one such hang out point Shen knows about and is as good a place to start as any.
While making his way towards the Cafe based on directions from the Defenders, Shen hears a couple questionable discussions as he passes various denizens. Many of whom do not seem to identify Shen as a threat or concern.
"Has the product been moved?" A low gruff voice asks as the mystic hears a shuffle.
"Yesss; not quietly. It might need sssome ssspecial attention." A sharper voice that is almost a hiss answers
"Fine. Let B-Knucks know I'll be there by noon. Keep the product secured until then, the buyer doesn't want any problems." The first voice responds as Shen keeps walking. The mystic can hear the direction they are heading.
Pausing, Shen thinks a moment on the proper course of action before hearing someone else shuffle towards him. Shen is met with a foul body odor before hearing them speak.
"Good morning, kind sir. Might you have some credits to spare?" A third, unrecognized and hoarse voice asks about six feet from Shen; obstructing his forward path.