The morning was clear. Kenzo had woken up at 8 that day after sleeping like a log last night. This was the first time in weeks that the blue haired man got access to a decent bed. Sleeping in the wild and the occasional hay bed as he travelled to Crocus couldn’t hold a candle to a good ol’ fashioned bed. He had been lucky actually, as Kenzo had arrived at the inn where he slept just by chance. However, it had already become his favorite place in all of Crocus now. The owner, Batra was a pretty nice guy. He had managed to secure a nice spot for Kenzo at his inn even if they seemed completely booked. Furthermore, the breakfast was awesome as well. Even if he was not a man of caring for others, he could respect a man like Batra. For that reason, Kenzo didn’t say no when Batra had asked him to do a job for him. On top of it, he would be rewarded if completed successfully. Concretely, Kenzo had to look for a known con-artist in town and get back some money he scammed from one of Batra’s important customers. The ex-street orphan smiled as he thought about it. He had been a thief in the past to survive. ”How the tables have turned.” Kenzo chuckled as he went out to the streets.
The only hint he had to find the con artist was that he normally carried a bat and sported an ugly pompadour. Too cliché. This guy was definitely an amateur thief. Either way, the job was really simple. After paying for his breakfast, Kenzo made way to the streets in the looks of this Kyle fella. The streets of Crocus were honestly impressive at day. The blue haired warrior had not yet gotten used to the sight of magic being used like it was the most trivial of things. Back in Bellum and Joya mages did exist, but nowhere near to the extent that Fiore sported. This only sparked Kenzo’s hopes a bit. He once too had wielded magic but lost it all on that fateful night. As he touched his bone jaw in his right cheek, he briefly lost himself in thoughts before suddenly coming back to reality. Someone had caught his attention a couple of meters away. Near some alleys, Kenzo saw a man flocking around with a baseball bat. As he saw the pompadour, he knew it.
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