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Harley's face brushed roughly against the wooden exterior of a building, as he watched the crowd, from a small distance. He sighed lightly, nobody in the crowd, particularly stood out to him as an easy target. Of course, there were children, who'd easily buy his sob story, but most the people present, looked as though they'd require more effort for him.
Lifting a hand to his face, he let out a light giggle, before he forced tears out of his eyes, limping heavily, he moved out from the darkened spot he had housed himself within. He seemed covered in bandaids, scratches, and all manners of such things, but the most fundamentally wrong thing about his pity gaining ploys, would have to be the spotless state of his clothes.
He lifted his head lightly, coughing a bit, as he surveyed the surroundings.
Days worth of travel left Serena Leigh's frosted hair frayed. Normally flat strands curled into loose ends. Flamboyant patterns of sweat spiraled along once pale skin. Above all, the glacial scout seemed exhausted. She couldn't recall the last time she had a proper meal and her canteen had run dry somewhere along forgotten roads. She walked with a thin bag of coin in tired hand. Its meager contents left her with a difficult decision. Food, shelter, or something to drink.
She could chance the road bringing her a river, or perhaps finding some game while wandering through Nohr's dead forests. Aching bones begged for a bed, but Serena was never one to give into demands. She was a scout, a seeker. Comfort meant nothing against her job. She pushed a heavy oak door aside and entered the inviting warmth offered only by a shop keep in search of coin.
"What can I get you Miss?" The elder man said. "Can I get some travel ration, for" She glanced to the coin in hand, "Seven coin." "Sorry lady. It's worth ten."
As Harley glanced around, and shook his head, he'd probably have to put a bit more effort into all of this. His eyes narrowed into a glare, as he folded his arms tight. "Seriously, why can't people be easier to read." He muttered under his breath, as he pushed away from the wall. His eyes widened a bit, to keep up his facade.
He heard a noise, the door just shut, to the building he was leaned against. Lowering his arms, and loosening his posture, as not to look too uppity, he walked in, and peeked around. Everyone seemed plain, but who knew... He looked really youthful, so people may pity him, if he tried something.
Slipping past a lady who spoke to the merchant, he spoke with a slightly high pitch. "Ehm um! Do you have any cookies sir...?" He asked lightly.
"Yeah, that'd be three coins." The man said in response.
Harley's hands dug through his pocket, and pulled out a button, and ever so innocently spoke... "Will this be enough sir?"
"That's a button, kid." The clerk stated, and Harley glanced at the button in his hand, in confusion, and sadness.
"Excuse me." Serena said, glancing to the child. "There's a line."
She turned back to the shop keep. The old man's sagging skin worsened his bored look. "Well." He said. "What?" "What can I get to eat for seven coin?" The seeker asked. "A small bag of peanuts." He answered bluntly.
Serena sighed. "That's not enough to eat." "Get more coin. I'm sure the tavern could use a new wench."
Gray eyes narrowed. "I'm sure there are more respectable places to get both something to eat and a cookie." "Then go find them. We don't do charity."
She turned away from the counter. "All yours kid." And moved for the door. It seemed the shop keep would let them both go hungry. "I just hope you aren't some orphan with no parents who could freeze to death in the street or die of starvation."
Harley huffed as this didn't turn out well for him yet. He seemed to have annoyed the lady who was right there, and besides that, the shopkeeper was clearly a dolt, for wanting to be paid the amount he charged. Clearly. If she had enough for her rations, he'd probably have convinced her to get him a cookie.
"Eh...?" He said, taken out of his thought, as she addressed him, before walking off. "U-Um! Ma'am!" He exclaimed suddenly, dashing to catch up with her, to the door. "Maybe we can look together for somewhere to get food! M'name's Harley!" He gave a sweet smile, before extending his hand.
"Harley?" The seeker replied. "I'm Serena. You know that guy? I was hoping to try and work him over with guilt, but he seems pretty helpless."
She led the two of them outside. "I'm not that interested in dealing with a bunch of trouble, but honestly I don't have the energy to go hunting." Gray eyes traced back to the shop's lonely windows. "You have any ideas? I'd be willing to chop would for like thirty minutes or so. Unless.. You'd want to find another way to work him over."
Skill +2: As long as this skill is equipped, the unit get +2 skill
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