Normally, Cenric would choose a quieter meeting spot. But Skit's words have made him uneasy. Paranoid, even. He has no intentions of being gutted in some piss-stinking alley by one of Abiga's thugs, so he'd left Skit with some clear instructions.
Wincing a little at the noise in his ear as he weaves his way through the bustling street, he replies. "'Tis best to meet first in public. No man or woman'll give ye a second glance. Follow the man- a Seeker, wearin' clothes that no other bugger 'round here can afford. You'll see him, trust me. Follow him, 'n he'll lead ye to my good self."
Perhaps he's being over-cautious, but he wasn't about to take any chances.
Wincing a little at the noise in his ear as he weaves his way through the bustling street, he replies. "'Tis best to meet first in public. No man or woman'll give ye a second glance. Follow the man- a Seeker, wearin' clothes that no other bugger 'round here can afford. You'll see him, trust me. Follow him, 'n he'll lead ye to my good self."
Perhaps he's being over-cautious, but he wasn't about to take any chances.
