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Caden looked out of his window to judge the state of the moon. It already felt less hot than this evening, meaning that it would be a good night to go out. He changed into some warmer clothes and looked at the packages he had made for his customers. It would be risky to go out with them now, especially with the royal guard occasionally patrolling the city. But it still didn’t mean that he couldn’t go out looking for new customers. Not a single healthy soul would go out in the deserted ally’s at night, so most of the time the people he met there were people he either wanted to sell drugs or buy them. Or some ladies who thought they could get lucky in exchange for some money. While Caden flirted around with every human being he could find, he didn’t stoop that low. He still had some self-respect.

Caden left his house dressed in pants, a sweater and some new shoes he had bought not so long ago. Het lit up a cigarette with his fire magic as he entered one of the deserted ally’s. He wasn’t really afraid to get jumped or anything; he was a master at a dojo, so he could defend himself if it was necessary. He had trained most of his senses to always be aware of danger around him and he knew what do to if things would get rough. He was tall, muscular and he had two tattood sleeves going up his arms towards his elbows, so people would think twice before messing with him anyway. His appearance was also the reason why he had no issues with gaining the attention from females, which came in handy quite often.

Caden frowned when he saw a man walking in front of him. He looked around cautiously, but he didn’t see anyone else. It would be less likely that he was engaged with one of the gangs around here, but he could never be too sure. ”Going for a stroll?” Caden asked without keeping the tone of his voice down. He didn’t sound polite either; his dark brown eyes were fixated on the man in front of him as he casually approached him, the cigarette never leaving his lips.