[color=a7a7a7]"I'm not going into there. I'm a dead giveaway to some ne'er-do-wells. I do have a little bird in the district, so I'll be getting there."[/color]

Tibulus walked on his own towards the bar, taking a sharp right at it and walking down the street from it. To many people, he was just another strange face, but to a select few of them, he was around a home. Not a ton of people knew his true identity here, but a couple did, leaving him safe from their grabs. They also knew who to look out for, in case they needed either protection or help.

The funganoid walked to a random barrel in the street, stopping beside it and taking in the scenery. All of a sudden, a small singular pigeon flew over to him and sat atop his head, a small note tied to its leg. [color=a7a7a7]"Carrier pigeon. Classic Paul."[/color] Tibulus took the note and walked back towards Striker, the rest of the group now just a bunch of other faces in the crowds.

[color=a7a7a7]"Connections gave me this. Should have a vent map, where money is kept, and the easiest escape route."[/color]

[@Crossfire]