Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130821053036/@comment-11588669-20130828215059

Nox looks at the merchent, and rolls his eyes.

"We'll take these five." The merc intervenes, glaring at Messer. He smacks the acrobat's hand away from his wallet, and pays for the food. The owner puts his buy into a bag, which Nox promptly hands to his companion.

"The documents are at the local LEO's office. This way, if I remember correctly." The merc keeps a hand on his knife as he walks, keeping an eye in the shadows. There's no telling what gangs may want the Rep of killing a couple of Hunters.

They reach the office rather easily, with no complications. As they approach the doors, Nox turns to Messer.

"You're going to have to do the talking here, kid. I'm not exactly the best for this type of job. My brother usually handles these things. I'm just better at removing obsticals."