An antique - but still very fast - sleek black British motorcycle, a Vincent Black Shadow, roars its way through the West End. It's taken some time, but Alain's learned how to make his way through narrow RhyDin streets with it, when to coast and when to open up, which routes to take and which to avoid at all costs. After learning all the tricks, it's almost like driving in a normal city.
It also helps that at least some of the regulars to the West End district have gotten used to seeing him, and know to drift to one side or the other when they hear that roar.
Alain coasts the rest of the way to the Onyx Lotus shop and kills the engine. He pushes back his sunglasses to squint at the sign, and as he climbs off onto the cobblestone street, he adjusts his trench coat to stay over his shoulder-holstered revolver. The shopkeep (and hopefully Myllyanna, if he gets to see her) will notice he's packing sooner or later, but there's no need for that to be the first thing they see.
The last time he saw the Lady of ShinKa Keep, he was a mercenary and a smuggler with a pair of hip-holstered blasters and a matching swagger. Now it is a quieter, more mature confidence that carries him through that front door, plucking his sunglasses from his hair to pocket them.
With his history in smuggling and now in security contracting, he's quite used to exotic goods, but rarely such a wide variety in such a small space. He looks around for a "No Smoking" sign or anything in other language that might resemble one, and when he finds none, he assumes it's allowed. He lights an elvish cigarette and, after another look around, approaches the counter.
It also helps that at least some of the regulars to the West End district have gotten used to seeing him, and know to drift to one side or the other when they hear that roar.
Alain coasts the rest of the way to the Onyx Lotus shop and kills the engine. He pushes back his sunglasses to squint at the sign, and as he climbs off onto the cobblestone street, he adjusts his trench coat to stay over his shoulder-holstered revolver. The shopkeep (and hopefully Myllyanna, if he gets to see her) will notice he's packing sooner or later, but there's no need for that to be the first thing they see.
The last time he saw the Lady of ShinKa Keep, he was a mercenary and a smuggler with a pair of hip-holstered blasters and a matching swagger. Now it is a quieter, more mature confidence that carries him through that front door, plucking his sunglasses from his hair to pocket them.
With his history in smuggling and now in security contracting, he's quite used to exotic goods, but rarely such a wide variety in such a small space. He looks around for a "No Smoking" sign or anything in other language that might resemble one, and when he finds none, he assumes it's allowed. He lights an elvish cigarette and, after another look around, approaches the counter.