[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230304/db29aacb29f9e73b825aa087246ac088.png[/img] [b][color=DECF4C]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]451 words (+1 points)[/i] [b][color=DECF4C]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]6/10 EXP[/i] [b][color=DECF4C]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Valley of Ruin[/i] [sup][b][u][color=DECF4C]Interaction[/color][/u][/b][/sup] [sup]Giovanna's [@Lugubrious], Roxas’ [@Double], Susie's [@Archmage MC], Zenkichi's [@Multi_Media_Man] and Pitt's [@Yankee][/sup][/center] Gleaming as the merchant was, Partitio seemed blissfully ignorant to the rather odd implication that he'd learn something later on and the whole 'saving the world' spiel as far as he was concerned that meant they were trying to help people living in the Slums of Sector 7, so Partitio just snorted and said he was happy to meet some good people down in here. Pit seemed itching to poke at the metal things, they looked just like monsters back home but made of metal and gears. Partitio was new to the city, rode all the way from somewhere out south form a trade depot nestled by the mountains. Something bout the rumors of the big city drew in the country boy, as well as seeing the poor down in the Slums. He wanted to help the people any way he could. If the man with the serious looking expression hadn't said his piece about the machines, Partitio would have also cautioned that the metal critters were more than meets the eye "[color=DECF4C]Got that right mister, might look like a crab but you can bet it ain't pinch like no crab.[/color]" the merchant chuckled when the angel pointed out some machines. Their wagon had pitched to a halt at a fork in the long and dusty road “We’re not actually here for scrap. That was just the cover story,” the merchant froze, the friendly smile on his face turned to a confused look like a deer in a pair of headlights "[color=DECF4C]That ain't funny,[/color]" the merchant shook his head and chuckled weakly believing that Giovanna must have been joking, but she wasn't. Partitio's knuckles cracked as he balled up his fists, it took all of his might to not start a scuffle right then and there, the merchant felt betrayed and more importantly angry at the fact the Seekers seemed to have their own selfish motives for being out here. He needed to get out of the cramped interior of the truck, away from the others inside. He stood without a word, and jumped out of the vehicle "[color=DECF4C]You got some nerve looking out for yourselves when folk need help..Some heroes you are..[/color]" were the only words he uttered, turning to the side to spit without giving the other Seekers a second glance. The merchant tailed Giovanna, not as gracefully as she made it look to creep in the derelict buildings but he did his utmost to tip toe around without disturbing the floor too much. Joining her approach to the fallen crane, he didn't say anything still angry at the Seekers deception yet he still believed some of them were good folk. And the lady seemed to not agree with the motives that her allies had.