Nero nodded, mentally filing away each name to be used for a later time, even as he scrounged for a scrap of parchment, ink, and a dip pen. A tiny desk with a drawer was located at the far end of the room, behind several of the larger crates. Inside was some used ledger paper and the ink and pen; it was slipshod, but it would have to do.
"I always play the game to win, Kink," Nero said, his voice somewhat muffled by his position behind the crates as he scrabbled some names down. "I won't be approaching any of them until I'm already victorious." It was part truth, and part bravado; the smuggler preferred to leave few things as possible to chance, but only the most naive would believe things would always go according to plan. Emerging from around the crates, the Hyur stared at the sheet of parchment in his hand, scanning the names. Some were recognisable, and some were not. A few were legitimate merchants; they were most likely being used, without their knowledge, as mules or to launder gil. Those were likely the ones Nero would target first.
"I trust your expert opinion," Nero said, his eyes refusing to leave the paper. "If you've any advice on the subject, I'll accept it."
"I always play the game to win, Kink," Nero said, his voice somewhat muffled by his position behind the crates as he scrabbled some names down. "I won't be approaching any of them until I'm already victorious." It was part truth, and part bravado; the smuggler preferred to leave few things as possible to chance, but only the most naive would believe things would always go according to plan. Emerging from around the crates, the Hyur stared at the sheet of parchment in his hand, scanning the names. Some were recognisable, and some were not. A few were legitimate merchants; they were most likely being used, without their knowledge, as mules or to launder gil. Those were likely the ones Nero would target first.
"I trust your expert opinion," Nero said, his eyes refusing to leave the paper. "If you've any advice on the subject, I'll accept it."
