The truth shall be told...

[Reiser Honcho]

Reiser Honcho felt the most comfortable on land in some of the bad parts of a city. Like now for instance, the man had drop two muggers who tried to jump and Logic. In fact, Reiser took the time to rob them while they laid on the ground. A few hundred galds was nothing to celebrate but since it beat the meager about of money Logic and he had combined, he decided he could at least enjoy himself.

Pocketing half the money and giving the rest to a somewhat reluctant Logic, Reiser surveyed the whore house. The seasoned pro, passed a few coming in but decided that they were too close to the city's edge and dared to venture deeper into the alleys. Of course, the place got it name for the gangs of Weaviles that darted across the rooftops somewhat like ninja. But since they were liked by the government and was part of the order of Druggion, many people looked the other way when the Weavile stole from tourists...or fugitives on the run.

"So Logic, have you ever been into one of these establishments before?" Reiser asked as he stop to survey the whore house in front of them. It looked run down and dangerous but Reiser knew from his experience, that these were where all the good ladies were. "Because, there are a few things you should know."

Reiser watched a scuffle take place as some drunken fools decided to knock each other out. A couple of burly guys stood at the doorway in what looked like bouncer format. They were glaring at the scuffle and at Reiser and Logic. The ruthless pirate, was unnerve by this intense scrutiny. After all, he did live with his father decade of so. And that man could glare at some with enough anger to freeze someone better than a ice beam.

[Logic Evaan]

To be completely, perfectly honest, Logic was rather nervous following Rizander through the backstreets known as Weavile Alley. Whorehouses weren't exactly common in Citadel de Kristoff, or at least not that he had seen. Then again, he tended to avoid the darker streets, preferring to stick to taverns and inns for a place to stay. It was just easier to avoid trouble, as far as he was concerned. Lately, though, trouble seemed to be attracted to him (or maybe it was just Rizi--either way, he was caught up in it), and two thieves that tried jumping him proved just that. Rizi, though, was obviously used to this, for he easily dropped the pair before they even laid a hand on the young purple-haired man and even went so far as to rob them. He accepted the money Rizi handed him without a word, but that didn't mean he was any more comfortable with all of this.

Logic was watching the Weavile race over the rooftops, jumping from each one to another with incredible speed, when Rizi asked him if he had any experience with whorehouses. "Er...no, none at all," he responded, watching the men standing in front of what he assumed was one such building. They were certainly much bigger than he was, though they were about on par with Rizi. Sensing that weakness would be the most foolish thing to show around here, Logic raised his head a notch and stared right back at them, not in an outright challenge, but just to show them he wasn't scared. Or at least, act like he wasn't.

[Reiser Honcho]

Reiser didn’t know if he was more amused by Logic and his failing attempts at looking unnerve by the bouncers or the fact that the scuffle was humorous. The amount of cuss words those two had exchanged was nothing to how much Reiser used when on his private ship. Or than again there was that tiny fact that Logic had no idea what to do once he got in there.

Giving a deep sigh, Reiser ran his hand though hid hair, he searched for some advice to give Logic. “There is one thing you should be aware of. Strippers will pickpocket you. They come on with a free ride being offered but the second they nab your wallet someone will see the fact you haven’t paid and kick your ass out. So you may want to hide you stash some place a bit creative.”

Reiser was surprised that Logic had outright rejected this idea. Of course, it seemed like the best option. And that alone was saying something. Despite being lost in thought, he ducked as a liquor bottle can flying in his direction.

“You!” one of the drunks demanded, his speech slurred. Reiser pointed at himself which only angered the man more. “You don’t think I don’t know you the hell you are?!” the drunk hissed forcing Reiser to accept the fact that he had lied about his identity to Logic.

By now, the other drunk was making his way towards Logic with the intent to bloodied the kid senseless. But since Reiser had his own battle to fight, Logic would just have to hold out until this drunk learned how to shut up.