That being said, Geb couldn't spend his whole day lamenting on that. He needed to get out of this hotel first, after all. He ate some breakfast before putting on his clothes for the day. Slipping on his shoes as well, Geb went out the door to go around and see what was going on in the town. The streets were moderately busy as he got out of the town, and the weather was decent, though a bit windy from the looks of it. Perhaps Geb would be able to start his search in the alleyways of Oak. He was certain he would find someone there who would give him intel on where to find somebody who was hiring clients.
Walking into a tight alleyway, Geb could see that there was a group of two thugs. Approaching them quietly, Geb knocked the first one out from behind with a chop on the neck, before grabbing the other one by their shirt and lifting them up onto the wall of the alleyway near a dumpster.
"Wh-what do you want, psycho?!" the man asked, Geb sighing. "You needn't be so loud, thug. I was simply wondering if you knew where one could find work for a dark mage. If you tell me that, maybe you'll go outta here without a broken nose. Sound good?"
The thug seemed to cower, knowing he could not match Geb's strength. "F-fine! There's a guy named Reagan on the corner of Fleetwood and Dufferin. Small little green building. Ask for work there, but only when nobody else is watching!" he said, as Geb smiled and let go of the thug. "Good. Your friend should wake up in about 30 minutes. Have a good day, friend." The thug, shocked, watched Geb walk off with his hands in his pocket - however, not wanting to get in any more trouble, the thug did not try to pursue Geb at all. He just wanted the hell outta here.
Exiting the alleyway, Geb looked for the tourism center in Hargeon. In all honesty, he had no idea where those streets were in any shape or form. It may take him a while to find them if he were to simply just wander around, so he would have to pick up a map of the city somewhere. Geb decided to make his way to a small souvenir shop he saw down the street to see if they sold any maps.
On the way there, Geb thought about what kind of person this employer was. Perhaps he was big and tough? Creepy and sneaky? Or maybe a greedy official looking for some dirt work? He had to admit, it was fun thinking of the possibilities here.
Grabbing a rather expensive map from the souvenir shop, Geb opened it to take a look to find the spot where the streets of fleetwood and dufferin met. Let's see..
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