Alyon and Fraya stepped out of the room and went to leave the Rose Garden in order to head down to the Docks and sort out the drug issue that the city was enduring. Upon walking through the front door they were greeted by a familiar face. A man wearing a jacket with gold trimming and lined on the inside with red velvet stood there next to the doorway like a waiting bellboy.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Ergh... You again?"[/b][/color] Alyon moaned as she recognised the man as the one that tried to feel her up earlier that day.

[b]"Is that how you greet an old friend?"[/b] he chuckled, bowing over flamboyantly in order to both patronise the girls, and offer his services. [b]"I am aware of what Miss Thorn has asked you to do and I will be escorting you, lovely ladies, down to the docks in order to direct you to which one of the ship that is carrying the troubling merchandise."[/b] He lifted his head, looked at Fraya and smiled as he lifted his hand, offered an upturned palm as if to ask her for the permission to hold her hand. [b]"Can I also say that your outfit looks exquisite, young lady."[/b]

Alyon felt her stomach turn from performance that this creep was demonstrating. Without realising that she was getting frustrated with his motions, she blurted out, [color=7ea7d8][b]"And just who do you think you are?"[/b][/color]

He stopped for a moment, turning his view from Fraya to Alyon and spoke out, [b]" I am Jean-Charles. One of Miss Thorn's many eyes and ears within this city."[/b]