[Center][h2][color=00aeef]Milon[/color][/h2][/center]
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This place was like nothing Milon had ever seen. It reminded him of the museums he used to visit, only far more regal. Then came the question of why he was here. All he knew was that this woman wanted to see him, and apparently these others. We hy him though? He was some druggie-looking dude who just wandered unto the city. Unless... she new he was exalted. Was there a way to tell? He didn't really ever tell anybody he was. How odd. But what was he here for?

[i][color=00aeef]"Well, uh... I'm looking for a trainer as well, I guess. Somethin' like that."[/color][/i]

It had then only struck him that he should likely try to be more refined in his speech around important people, it'd probably make a better first impression of himself. Then again, maybe he'd never see these guys again. Maybe they'd part ways after this and never pay attention to each other again! Or they'd be working together, and he'd already established himself as "Weed Man". Well, the old guy and the monkey guy would probably make good friends. They seem like they wouldn't mind a Weed Man. Maybe they're Weed Men themselves?

He still had no idea why he was here. Maybe they're looking for a part time employee? Guess he'd find out. Probably, anyways.