#Eban de Chalaal

[backalleymerchent]

Huffing softly as the thick hair dropped back over their eye, the armored figure gave up in trying to do anything to keep the unruly locks out of their eyes. Drawn back from the mild annoyance, their sleepy eyes scanned their surroundings and the crowd. Lightly tapping the side of their head to switch over to heat signatures as their arm stretched upwards a long yawn escapes them as the sound of popping joints muffled by their well worn over coat crackle out. It was time to set up in a new spot. At least till the probing enforcement stopped looking too closely at the various crates of other merchants. Scratching at their chin they close their biologic eye as they scan over the map inlay on their cybernetic. Colorful array of the cityscape rolled out as they started their slow meandering walk forward.

Didn't want to be too close to the heavy crime areas where who knows what dark creatures dwell. Cultists, Eldar, Dark Eldar, Tau, kroot, ork and other unsavories. But on the other hand most people may be looking for not so legal weapons and the like. Trade for non imperial items to boost the stock yet again. Actually probably better to be there then sell off those xeno objects to the rich, rebuild clientele and attract those that already know the quality of goods one can get. Quality over quantity. Less its for drugs then well what ever is more credits.

As the aimless wandering continued, an silent process of decisions are weighed and considered. A light thump drew the sleepy eyes merchant from their musing before a distressed chaffing noise escaped their lips as hands gripped the front of their coat. Wretched and putrid breath washed over as they are pulled up onto their tip toes. Snapping out harshly of their thinking, the dull brown eye focused on the scummer that grabbed onto them. "Ah! Moab didn't see you there."reaching out in a sigh of platitude the mefchent brushed off the towering figure's leather coat and armored rapidly. "Was just having a-"

"Wuz you doing Eban? Da boss wants to have a word."

A quirked smile plastered on their face as their over sized armor let them slide down a bit in the large man's hold to rest more of their feet on the ground. "Oh really now? He knows I'm a busy woman could of given me a message about his request a-"

"He dunn't have time to play your stupid games. He wanted yah in person slime git." Forcing a smile as she started to scan the man for weapons she waved her hands in surrender.

"Cheh cheh. Ok ok. But I do this in protest of being handled roughly." Light gripping the man's hands, she tugs herself free of the goon's fingers. Or attempts to as she just rattles about in the armor for a moment. "Keep this up im going to charge Da Boss extra. So take your hands off me. I can walk just fine." Breathing deeply as the putrid breath of the large goon moved away from blowing into her face, she gathered her composure and wiped her hands down where she was held as if to rid her self of new filth on the already worn and off colored armor. Ambling along the side of the goon she picked up the other larger figures sinking back into the shadows of nearby alley ways. Sighing to her self she looked up at thee goon and grinned lazily at him as he looked to see where she was. Hopefully it wasn't anything interesting and just an item since she was not set up for any information broking as the information she had was a bit out if date with the big move.