[ Oh, boo-hoo, the guy has no friends. Gen is incredibly unsubtle about rolling his eyes at that, though he at least refrains from pointing out that maybe that's a him problem, if he's apparently this disarming but still manages to put people off from being his friend.
Instead, he rummages through his pockets to withdraw a slip of paper. There's a little diagram scribbled on it, which Matt might recognize as a layout of the nearby marketplace, if he's familiar with the geography. The location of a small stall is circle, labeled 'afternoons only.' (Gen's handwriting is atrocious.) ]
Apparently this vendor here -- sells art -- used to sell some stuff that was in the old style. So he might know the location of one the targets, some sculptor. But apparently he's real cagey, doesn't wanna get in trouble ... it'll be annoying if he takes one look at me and bolts.
[ He says it with a frown. At least Gen has some self-awareness of how he generally looks: like a horrible two-bit thug. ]
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Instead, he rummages through his pockets to withdraw a slip of paper. There's a little diagram scribbled on it, which Matt might recognize as a layout of the nearby marketplace, if he's familiar with the geography. The location of a small stall is circle, labeled 'afternoons only.' (Gen's handwriting is atrocious.) ]
Apparently this vendor here -- sells art -- used to sell some stuff that was in the old style. So he might know the location of one the targets, some sculptor. But apparently he's real cagey, doesn't wanna get in trouble ... it'll be annoying if he takes one look at me and bolts.
[ He says it with a frown. At least Gen has some self-awareness of how he generally looks: like a horrible two-bit thug. ]