This Slig was clearly too polite for any of Nikoh's assumptions to be true. Easing into his stool he turned to the Slig.
"Well I only just got here, but I guess you could say I'm a courier.. of sorts."
The opportunity of a job peaked his interest. If not for moolah, than an alibi. Nikoh finished his bottle, dropping his cigarette butt into the bottom - causing a small stir in the dregs of his Soulstorm; then called the bartender for another.
"What was that about some chump?"
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