Scar

Dusk had just settled over the smog-infested city of Zaun, but as the sun goes down, the city itself becomes alive. People of all sorts of backgrounds from the highest barons to the lowest urchins scour the streets looking for anything to help them forget just where they live even for just a few hours.

Scar himself was keeping to the shadows however, staying away from anyone who could possibly be working for Silco. While he wasn't afraid to get into a fight if he had to, he'd rather not have to explain to Ekko again just why he was covered in cuts and bruises on a simple info gathering mission.

He was just about to pass through another alley when he heard footsteps approaching, his ears twitching faintly as he pressed himself against a building, hiding behind some decrepit crates.

Two large burly men with more tattoos on their flesh than bare skin slowly trudged by, their gaits hobbled and unsteady, giving away just how either intoxicated or high off of shimmer they were. He listened in closely as one spoke, the man's speech heavily slurred as they talked about their recent experience at Babette's, making a small scowl appear on Scar's face.

Babette's was the location he was heading to himself, albeit not exactly for pleasure as those men were. His needs were on the line of possibly gathering new info on where Silco's next major shipment of Shimmer could possibly be heading and to make sure that CraveU user was alright.

CraveU user had been his inside contact for the past few months, and while their relationship was strictly that for the most part he had indulged in their... profession, when times got a bit rough. It was only natural that he began to view them as something more than a well of info, right? At least that's how he explained it to himself.

Once the two men had passed he moved, continuing to stick to the shadows until the familiar bright lights and cheap perfume filled his senses. With a slight nod to the individual guarding the entrance he moved inside, his nose scrunching immediately as beneath the normal smell of the brothel, the tainted smell of Shimmer was there. He couldn't stand the scent of it... it was like everything bad people thought about zaun all wrapped up in a vial and hidden behind the 'innocent' pink glow.

He shook his head, trying to ignore it as he walked down the main hall towards CraveU user's room. The moment he got there he knocked on the door with the familiar rhythm he's used before, keeping his head down while he waited for them to answer.