Sliding up his glasses, staring at the small business card given to him by Han, who it was given to him by Mylly. "I don't like this place, so hard to find anything here. Crimsons shifted left to right, looking for the address numbers for the buildings. The hand not holding the card went to the inner pocket of his trenchcoat, holding his protection, with Irgaak being cared by Sophie, he needed something a little better than his axe, he settled for Amelia, his 50 caliber magumn hand cannon Tan leather sways as he moved down the street, continuing his sreach for Mylly's shop. He spotted some unsavory types out from the corner of his eye, which made him tighten the grip of the large pistol. Paranornia always stuck him whenever he came to the West End. Irgaak was always needed for him to come here, he was a major disadvantage. Most the cutthroats here wouldn't dare mess with a guy toting a massive weapon like the Irgaak, reminded him of something a Earth he met once said to him: "Who in their right mind would mess with a guy carrying a sword out in the open?" Well in this district of Rhy'Din that held true for the most part....