[Job - Vinn & Eireen] The Shabbies

The young man clad in black neared the town beside the waterfall. A hub for mages who didn't pledge themselves to a Guild. That was Talonia. It kind of felt as a tiny home for Vinn, as he already had been living there for a little bit. It wasn't exactly the most familiar of places for the young man, but it was the place that he was familiar with the most. Travel bag hung across his shoulders and a violin case was held in the other. His feet brought him back to the same inn he had stayed in before and paid for a number of nights. He didn't know for how long exactly he was going to stay in Talonia for, after all.

With a sigh he plopped down the bag, along with the violin case. Vinn didn't feel like taking out the violin for a spin. It would possibly call unwanted attention onto him and he wasn't quite in the mood for a small talk. But at the same time, he didn't feel like staying indoors for the rest of the day. The young man left the inn with swift steps and no destination in mind.

Moments later he found himself in a more shady area of the town. Well, he wasn't sure if it really was that kind of area, but it certainly had that feel. Shabby-looking buildings and people's scrutinizing gazes following anyone who entered. Vinn held himself high, as per usual. He didn't look into anybody's eyes as he walked on. While his clothes gave him away, Vinn would try his best to file in with the local people, who were very much possibly mages of varying strengths. The young man took off to the side and lean onto a wall of a building, as if he was waiting for somebody. There was a group of people not far from him, who watched his every step. They seemed to talk a bit in between each other, before one of them approached Vinn. He was dressed in a torn up t-shirt, but had a surprisingly clean pair of jeans on. "What do ya want here, lad? A bit far away from home, aren't you?" Technically speaking, he wasn't wrong. The young man didn't look back at the man who approached him. "That is very much not your business." He would reply and the other man would scoff in return as he went back to whence he came from. Though Vinn had a feeling that that encounter was the least of worries.

Vinn was just people watching. He studied their movements and facial expressions. He could feel the hateful gaze of the group near him on his person. It reminded him of the less fortunate from back home. People who have nothing to lose are that much more malleable. They made for perfect covers for the many accidents that sometimes happened to people who crossed the Noble family. Then again, the young man reckoned that such drastic rules didn't apply to these lands. At least this theory of his hadn't been proven wrong, yet. And as much as he would like to let himself run loose for just a tiny bit, he knew better.

The young man's gaze hopped from person to person, until they landed on a rather strange one. A little girl calling out to him in a somewhat rude manner. Vinn would scoff. /"Big boy? Do these people truly address one another like this?"/ He thought to himself as he straightened himself up and dusted off his back. "I will overlook you way of addressing for now." The young man would say and take a step towards the girl. "My presence is not free. You better have something to offer in return, if I am to deal with you." Vinn would state his stance on the girl's request, if he could even call it that. His eyes were still fresh from people watching, so he took in a few details about her. Like the bloodied hands she had. Perhaps she was more than than Vinn gave her credit for. He would still very much refrain from touching her, however. Blood, among many other things, was insanely tough to wash out.

Vinn was glad that he got a bit more of a proper response this time around, even if its sarcasm was beyond palpable. Though he was no 'majesty'. Yet. One day he would prove his worth to his dumb traditionalist parents, but that day was far off. At least he got a name from the girl and he would return the favour, as per the social laws that the girl now known as Eireen had mentioned. "I am Vinn. Pleased to make your acquaintance." The young man would introduce himself with a light bow of his head. Eireen seemed to be having a good time by the looks of it, but Vinn stood his ground with an expressionless face. Within a few moments there was a group of what seemed to be enforcers of peace, or police in a short version. Vinn didn't usually deal with them himself, back home. These guys, however, seemed quite agitated, in a sense. They passed by them, their heads looking back and forth, searching for somebody or something. But what exactly, Vinn didn't know.

The group of enforcers passed by Vinn and Eireen and the young man was ready to ask the girl again. His offer didn't just disappear like that, after all. But the girl already had an idea in her sleeve. She loudly exclaimed something about the people present in the streets were poor and disgusting. Which, to be fair, they were. Vinn wished to retort and tell Eireen to not yell so loudly, but the sentence that the girl had exclaimed didn't go unnoticed. The group that was standing near them and interacted with Vinn before was now visibly hurt by those words. One of them practically growled back at them, making his way over to the duo. The young man would only cross his arms on his chest as he turned to face the offended person. "While I didn't say anything, I cannot help myself, but to agree with it." Vinn would say with a smug look on his face, which only further agitated not only the one who was approaching them, but also the group that he was affiliated with. Their faces turned into grimaces of anger and slowly started to make their way towards them aswell. Vinn would slightly turn his head towards Eireen. "I hope you know how to handle yourself." The young man would say as he clearly eyed the blood on her hands, letting her know that he was very much aware.