Cabel Sokot was perched on the edge of the sidewalk, holding an unlit cigarette between his lips and fumbling through his backpack with both hands. Anyone walking past him would see a young man looking for his lighter and not much else.
Of course, Cabel didn't smoke.
The average person walking by wouldn't know this, and that's what Cabel was banking on. He was waiting for someone to know that the unlit cigarette wedged between his lips was a subtle indication that Cabel was open for businesses.
He was accepting all kinds of orders for goods, ranging from the chemical kind to the obscure potion ingredients for those ever popular but ever forbidden love potions. He prided himself on his ability to find anything.
There was a cost, of course, to be paid in full at a later date. Cabel was nothing if a generous business partner.
So he sat on the curb, his eyes alert, waiting for someone to come to him with a request.
Because Cabel really needed a favor.
Of course, Cabel didn't smoke.
The average person walking by wouldn't know this, and that's what Cabel was banking on. He was waiting for someone to know that the unlit cigarette wedged between his lips was a subtle indication that Cabel was open for businesses.
He was accepting all kinds of orders for goods, ranging from the chemical kind to the obscure potion ingredients for those ever popular but ever forbidden love potions. He prided himself on his ability to find anything.
There was a cost, of course, to be paid in full at a later date. Cabel was nothing if a generous business partner.
So he sat on the curb, his eyes alert, waiting for someone to come to him with a request.
Because Cabel really needed a favor.