The hooded figure met the flyer with an involuntarily ambiguous response, careful eyes peering through the vents to meet the image and accompanying text.
"I know this woman, her appearance is unmistakable... Consider this accounted for, she will be seized upon contact. Walk in peace, stranger."
He waved off the Elezen, the grey Hyena turning on a heel back into the Quicksand where he last saw the woman depicted on the poster, a hand fixed on a blade, itching for some action. He marched on, the impending closure of a man desperate for profits heralded by the clatter of spurs upon his boots.
Click, clack, click...
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