George
It was the morning after the grand re-opening, and never was George more pleased than now that he hadn't drank more than a few glasses last night. Whilst some of his associates might be nursing quite the hangover, he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning. He tugged on dark clothes - pants, a shirt, and a leather jacket that he rather favored, despite the heat of summer - and carefully placed a variety of plain daggers on his person, preparing for a trip into Rae's Fingers to meet a fence who could help him get rid of some of his recently procured items. His choice of clothing helped to hide the flat knives that he wore strapped to his forearms, the small dagger built into the design of his belt buckle, and the the twin daggers tucked into his boots - all in addition to the two blades he wore openly at his waist. George was nothing if not prepared.
The Fingers were as hot and humid as he'd feared, but he'd rather be well-protected and hot than caught unarmed and unawares, so he pressed on, reading the smugglers' signs built into the caverns to make his way to the appointed meeting spot. He was early, of course, preferring to have time to scout out the area, identifying the best place to stand for protection and the quickest exits in case things went south. On this particular morning, he leaned with his back against one of the walls of the cavern that made a sort of corner he could stand in; from there, he could see down the long hall of the caves in two directions to spot anyone approaching. It wouldn't be long now; it was almost time for the meeting.
The Fingers were as hot and humid as he'd feared, but he'd rather be well-protected and hot than caught unarmed and unawares, so he pressed on, reading the smugglers' signs built into the caverns to make his way to the appointed meeting spot. He was early, of course, preferring to have time to scout out the area, identifying the best place to stand for protection and the quickest exits in case things went south. On this particular morning, he leaned with his back against one of the walls of the cavern that made a sort of corner he could stand in; from there, he could see down the long hall of the caves in two directions to spot anyone approaching. It wouldn't be long now; it was almost time for the meeting.
