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Alec is perched on a convenient-if-not-comfortable stool while frowning over what seems to be a booklet of real estate listings. Though, judging by the variety in the pictures (everything ranging from your basic modern fair to quaint little hobbit holes, steam-punk factories attached to zeppelins, and pseudo medieval spire towers) it isn't any booklet you'd find in most of the worlds. Eventually he sighs, drops the booklet on the table before him, and looks at the people bustling past. Time to ask the target demographic.
"Would anyone know of any small, unobtrusive little places in the Nexus that would be good for opening up shop?"
He hooks one foot behind a rung in the stool's base before continuing. "If that doesn't appeal, here's another. Do you have a favourite kind of martial arts style?" He's been thinking about learning a few tricks on the side; something a little more subtle than his default method of fighting.
((Mun is for bed. Replies are for tomorrow.))
"Would anyone know of any small, unobtrusive little places in the Nexus that would be good for opening up shop?"
He hooks one foot behind a rung in the stool's base before continuing. "If that doesn't appeal, here's another. Do you have a favourite kind of martial arts style?" He's been thinking about learning a few tricks on the side; something a little more subtle than his default method of fighting.
((Mun is for bed. Replies are for tomorrow.))