Ferd turned at the sound of footsteps to his right. A man with a lit smoke had just stepped round the corner, and was walking down the street towards him. He seemed to be eyeing Ferd as approached, and Ferd noted that though the man's hands remained inside his pockets, one of them seemed to shuffle around for moment. A weapon? Possibly. It wouldn't be that odd for a cautious man to carry protection in a busy city like Arkham. Though from the look of the man, Ferd doubted very much that if he [i]was[/i] carrying a weapon that it was purely for self defense. 

It was mainly the man's eyes that made Ferd feel this way. They were suspicious, full of grit, and haunted. Most would have disagreed with Ferd on the last point. What Ferd thought of as haunted, others might have seen as flinty, or hardened. And they wouldn't have been wrong, but to Ferd flinty eyes came from somewhere, you weren't born with them. In Ferd's experience those who had developed such gazes had done so out of nesecity. They lived hard lives that required hard spirits, making this a symptom of their circumstances, or the ghost of their actions, which was why Feed refered to them as haunted eyes. You could tell a lot about someone from their eyes. Ferd's almost always looked tired.

Well whoever this man was he sure seemed interested in Ferd. Ferd decided it would be best to stay on guard. Might be one of the others on the list mentioned in the letter, but there was no reason he couldn't be one of the shadowy visitors from the letter either. Ferd resisted the urge to sigh. Suddenly he wished he'd brought a weapon of his own to hide in his pocket. Oh well, hands could be lethal as well. He shrugged to himself and turned to fully face the fellow. No point in ignoring him, besides Ferd's mother had always said it was rude not greet people on the street. He chuckled to himself. Mama hadn't spent much time in downtown Boston.

"Hello," Feed nodded to the fellow, leaning against the houses walkway railing with his elbows. "You wouldn't happen to know where the house sitter for this place is would you? I'm not confident he's inside." He gestured to the door to house with a jerk of his head, "I received a letter asking me and I think a few others to meet him here." Spread his hands, palms up in front of him and went on, "He seemed a bit frantic in the letter. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't concerned for his safety."