The humanoid moved through the crowds quickly, making sure that his light tan fedora covering most of his face. Perhaps that was a good thing for them, considering that his puffy nose might have given away...but that was nothing compared to the task at hand...
The Chevin trader poked his head outside of his store as he searched the faces of the creatures passing by. He hadn't been getting much business lately, mostly due his lack of wares, but an old friend was going to change all of that.
"Looking for someone?"
He turned around slowly to face what looked like an elderly human. But there was something about his appearance...Oh yes!
"Neacamus Davvl, what a suprise!" the Chevin said in a loud baritone. "What's an Anzati like you doing here?"
"I'm on a business trip," the other drawled, letting each word drip with venom. "You had a job for me, I believe."
"Oh, yes. Now I remember! Come into the backroom, if you will," He gestured with a large claw. "It's about time the Shadow got back on the Hunt, don't you agree?"
Neacamus simply nodded and started to move his briefcases into the store...
Cardinal Ximinez: "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again."
