07-18-2023, 01:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2023, 01:38 AM by Willis.)
"Home sweet home."
Willis' boots hit the rotting wood as he took in the warmth of Kaiholo Port. Willis grew up on the Port begging for coin after his mother abandoned him. He remembered swimming in the Ocean riding a large wooden plank watching arriving ships along with sailors tossing coins for he and the other children to grab. Of course, the port is infamous for having many thieves who would quickly pickpocket new arrivals. It was something Willis did often as a child, he was one of the best pickpockets on the docks stealing, coin purses, jewelry, and even a shrunken head once.
The place didn't change at all, and Willis wasn't sure if he should be proud or ashamed. Nevertheless, Willis didn't come home to wax poetic about his past, he had a job to do. A Cloud Mantas was causing merchant stores to sink and the merchants gathered enough to hire a Monster Hunter. "Should visit the wife," Willis said to himself. "But only after I fulfill this contract."
He walked through the wooden bridge heading straight for the merchant square filled with people buying and selling trinkets.
Willis strode through the bridge adjusting the strap of his little black bag. The Merchant who wrote the contract shouldn't be too far. He sold old trinkets near the shoreline where Willis did his pickpocketing as a child. From the corner of his eye he saw an older man sizing him up. Willis frowned, a pickpocketer he had that look on him. How he stayed to the side and observed the shoppers and travelers exploring the port and choosing the weakest target.
It was same tactics Willis employed as a child. "Let's hope he picks the right people," Willis mumbled to himself.
Huh, the suspected thief is actually.... friendly? It could be a new approach that he was trying out. If there was one thing Willis learned over the years is to never relax. "Best be cautious and alive," Willis thought. "Than complacent and dead."
"I'm fine," Willis replied dully. "Try to keep your distance friend lest you want your fingers to be thrown into the sea."
He smirked. "I know who you are, and I know what you intend to do so I suggest you pick another target and you and I won't have any problems."
Willis wasn't the one to threaten others unless he was sure that he could back it up. It's hot and already Willis' mouth felt dry but if this pickpocket was going to try anything well let's just say there are a couple of merchants in the Greatwood that would buy mangled fingers to create their living hands.