Today Cecil was bundled up. The temperature had dropped since yesterday, and it was far too cold for him to be outside on his week off, alas he still had responsibilities. The Rune Knights were consistent in giving him daily jobs. So now with a black fur trench coat around his body and baggy black cargo pants underneath, he made his way to find the Con Artist Bartra had been so eager for him to find. Apparently, he was searching for the town for a local Con artist who was pretty known. It was amazing how he wasn't taken to jail yet, but that was the justice system for ya. With a deep breath, the Joyan Knight strolled through the town of Crocus. There had been loads of people here for the Grand Ball. The capital usually brought in all types of folk but recently Crocus seemed to be a haven to many- even some of the underprivileged. Cecil's eyes bounced around from person to person, observing the people around him while also occasionally smiling at folk his eyes met with.

He was looking for one specific man who fi the description he was given; short, black, with an afro. This man would definitely stick out like a sore thumb. There were hardly people in this country that would fit that description, so Cee took his time looking. As he strolled he began to think about the days he had left of his vacation and realized that only two days had passed. Finally, from a distance, he could see the man he was looking for before shouting towards him. "Hey!". Quickly his arm extended as his hand clenched the back of his collar. "Give me the damn money". He sighed as if he didn't want to do this. The man grunted before fishing into his pocket. "Fine, fine." He said before handing the money over to Cee. Without noticing anything about it, Cee placed it into his pocket quickly. Then he let go of the Con artists' collar before turning him around. "Listen, I know how it is but you don't need to make money this way, alright? Trust me, there a lot of people who want to see you imprisoned... don't give them that satisfaction, okay?" He said.

Cee gave him a few words that'd probably just go in one ear and out the other but he still delivered them. "Swing by my office-" he began as he quickly pulled out his business card. "I'm in need of social workers, analysts, and pretty much everything else. We'll talk, and maybe I can get you a job." He smiled. Kyle nodded before taking the card, then the two departed. Cecil quickly made his way back to Bartra, handing him the money but realizing as it was in his hand that it was fake. Bartra sighed, tucking his lips in disappointment. How the hell did Kyle manage to scam him?! Aggravated, Cee marched back towards the direction he had seen Kyle before meeting up with him. When he approached Kyle, the Con artist frowned knowing what Cecil was back for. "Fine, you wanna dance?!" He asked angrily. Cee raised an eyebrow. Such a corny line, who the hell even says that in real life?

Kyle threw the first punch, which was easily dodged, then through the second punch in which Cee ducked to escape. The Knight then punched Kyle in the stomach before, then uppercutting his chin knocking him out immediately "Tsk..." With a disappointed sigh he carried Kyle all the way to Bartra who then gave him his reward.