Zane aspired to con people right now. He didn't have much experience with the whole deal, but he knew that he had to start somewhere. Bringing himself off his bed, Zane did his hair, put on his clothes, etc etc. All part of anyone's normal morning routine. His hand drifted to his eyepatch. He had been choosing to wear it as an extra of some sorts. His eye had healed from the bruises around it. Unsure if he should put it on or not, Zane's hand slowly moved away. He didn't need this eyepatch. All it did was show him how little he had. How short of a distance he had come. Why would he want to remind himself of that at all?
Leaving the hotel room with his eyepatch on, Zane descended the stairs towards the city of Hosenka. It was a fine morning tod- oh. It wasn't morning at all. Blinking his eyes, Zane looked upward to the evening sky. It would be dark in no little than an hour. Had he really slept in so late? He guessed he just partied too hard on his first night or two in town... or had it been three by now? It wasn't any matter to him, though. At this time of day in this particular season Hosenka's streets were bound to be plentiful with people. This little area he was in was the place most tourists would be at as well. Those familiar with the city were less likely overall to be swindled, but if this was their first time in town, well... nothing else screamed an easy target like that, right? It was how things went in any city.
Walking through town to better think, Zane already had a few ideas in his head. Some required two people, but for now he'd try to stick with those that needed only one. If he found someone that was worth working for he wouldn't hesitate to do so. Hopefully they were a beautiful woman with a large bust. Then again, Zane figured his luck wasn't THAT good. There was no way that a woman like that would stumble upon him every time that he thought of such a thing. Besides, the last few he ran into didn't leave him with much success. Just an old friend who gave him a bruise and a foreign woman with a heavy accent. One could also count Mary, but Zane wasn't really sure if she could be grouped in with the busty category. Her normal attire made it far too hard to tell.
Trying to imitate an icebergian accent, something he was fairly good at, Zane practiced a few words of it as he made his way towards an area that one could describe as a market plaza. Restaurant, bars, street vendors, shops - you name it. The place was a bit on the small side, but there were plenty of people here at this time of day, Clearing his throat, Zane made his way towards a group of people near the fountain in the middle. Besides this group of a few, there were also some individual people nearby, ones that could perhaps also heard the tale that Zane was about to spin.
Opening his mouth, Zane's Icebergian accent seemed to have a good sound to it. He needed to watch out so that he could assure his Fiorian didn't sound TOO good though. He needed to play the part of a foreigner who had only recently arrived. "Hello, friends." Zane said, the group turning to him. His voice was a bit louder than usual, both to draw a bit of attention as well as to play the part of someone with great importance. "I am Artur, second prince and heir of rightful Icebergian throne." The small group of 3, comprised of 2 women and one man, looked to Zane. The man seemed shocked, but at the same time somewhat ready to believe this story. Zane had perhaps gotten a lucky find here. "Yo, for real?" The man asked, Zane quickly nodding afterwards. Judging by the faces of the 2 women, Zane was willing to assume they weren't particularly smarter or dumber than him. Hopefully this meant there was no interjection among the friends.
"Real, for sure. My tyrant younger sister has sent assassin on me, forcing me to leave home...I fled to Fiore, seeking the, er.. refuge, is it?" The woman nearby chimed in to help 'Artur' with his Fiorian. "Yeah, that's right! Your Fiorian is a bit rusty, but it's cool that the prince knows it that well!" The other girl nodded, the man speaking up once more. "Damn, that's crazy. What are you gonna?" Zane put his hand on his chin, thinking. "I have a plan. Plan top secret, though. No man can know. Still, require money..." Looking between the three of them, Zane spoke again. "If all three gave 300,000 jewels now, I will send 600,000 jewels each when throne reclaimed." The 3 all looked to each other, all but one of the women, the one who had commented on his Fiorian, seemingly believed. That one woman had doubts. "I mean, I dunno... I don't know much about Icerbergian history. Is there really a prince named Artur?" she asked, Zane gulping a little. Damn. A roadblock. Trying to get out of the sticky situation, Zane spread his arms a bit. "Not many Fiorians know current icerberg history. But there should be none near hear that can deny existence. You free to ask, but most people not know much of Iceberg. Please believe me, I have little proof. You welcome to have doubts, but... just want to go back home. Stop sister." Zane's sob story added to his possible salvaging of the situation. The logic here wasn't that he could prove there WAS an Artur of Iceberg. It was to show that it couldn't be proved there WASN'T an Artur of Iceberg. Zane just had to hope nobody in the crowd nearby knew much about Icerbergian politics...