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"Noted." Lyko replied. Patting his pockets just to be sure before leaving.

''Admiralty Quarter. Where there are two types of people. The rich kind with deep pockets, and the desperate kind with empty ones. Never a good match.'' he mused thinking of the potential for countless robberies.

As he walked, he noted a number of grim faced guards standing outside their respective buildings, who eyed him suspiciously. Must be the private security guards he heard so much about. Hammerhead cove lacked any official police force, so those who could afford it often hired their own guards.

One guard caught him staring and approached warily. Lyko confidently stood his ground as the burly man stepped closer until he could smell his breath. ''Ugh... stale beer and vomit. ''"What are you looking at punk?"

Lyko smirked and looked him right in the eye. "I dunno, but it's ugly as hell." she snarked.

Before the guard could catch on to the insult, Lyko was running away. Laughing heartily with a blatant trollface plastered on his expression.