Reporting for Duty (Leon/Research)

[Mathew Amtrum]

"There's something to be said about that. I've been to a lot of places and for what it's worth, every territory has its problems. From the juggernauts of 259 to the nearly microscopic ones of 198. Over the years I've come to believe that there is always a solution to whatever problem you face, however impossible it may seem. There is a solution to your Prota problem, even if it's not obvious."

He'd shrug lightly.

"Even if it's not obvious. But if your swordsman worked for the God's he must be skilled. Even if he is without a title. I'm sure your militia is well trained."

[Leon]

The man would not at the words.

"Sure enough. I'd bet he'd be happy to hear the faith at least."

The guy would turn his head as new people came in, each with regular clothes but bandages on their hands. They'd wander off talking to each other and pick a seat.

"There is some of the lads there."

Eric would be able to see they were at least lean, though young early twenties maybe late teens. The man would go over and get some drink orders and head off to get Eric's menu.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He'd give the newcomers a small nod of his head as his server motioned to him before turning to face the window, trying to watch them through the reflection as he strained his ears to try and pick out what they might be talking about.

[Leon]

It wouldn't be easy to make it out as they generally used hushed tones, however they would get excited at times and let things a bit louder than they should.

"Huge dude. Those gold eyes too... You ever."

"No way I thought they all..."

[Mathew Amtrum]

He'd not move any closer, he didn't want to draw any attention. He'd just listen to what he could. Though he'd think back on gold eyes and what he might know about that. A Qi user or maybe a Qi beast...

[Leon]

"Hunting... Too dangerous with that guy."

"Thomas' injuries... More work for us."

The guy would return with the menu and hand it off to Eric.

"Personally I would suggest the club sandwich. My favorite. I'll give you a minute to look it over."

He would pause in case there was a question, however he was also looking at the untouched water glass.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He turned back to his server with a smile as he took the menu and opened it up, browsing what the options were.

"Oh yeah? What kind of bread do you have to choose from? If any, I mean."

Not that it mattered, he'd probably go with the club, but he didn't want all of his questions to be probing, anything he could do to be a normal customer in this guy's eyes. The last thing he needed was to be memorable.

[Leon]

The guy folded his arms and smiled.

"The farms recently started giving us wheat, so the bakery next door makes our loaves for us. Excellent quality."

"How'd he just wave... Thomas lifted."

"That thing... Insect calling for more."

[Mathew Amtrum]

It sounded like a Qi beast and Qi users both from what he could make out. But it was still hard to say. But he might have to be on the lookout for some insect-like Qi beast, and a telekinetic. Which was a pain in the ass. He hated dealing with those types.

"Sold, I'll go with a wheat club then if you don't mind."

He'd hand the man back his menu and take another sip of his water before setting it down on the table and giving the men another glance. Just a casual look, but he wanted to get an idea of how hurt they might be. Just in case.

[Leon]

"Good choice."

The man would cheerily take the menu and head off to the kitchen. The guys however seemed better than worse. Bandages seemed to be more for lack of proper glove equipment, though they had a few shiners visible on their arms and face.

"You think Master Weigrif will have to..."

"Likely after Gold Eyes."

[Mathew Amtrum]

Well, that was all he needed to know about that. He'd take another sip of water and go back to looking out the window. Swapping from watching them through the reflection to scanning the people moving about, trying to pick out plain-clothed soldiers or police while he listened in on what he could of their conversation.

[Leon]

The rest of their conversation was about sword techniques and the injuries of their Allie Thomas. The people outside were going about the usual except one, who stood in the middle of the road, eying everyone with a sick smirk. Hands in his pockets. People gave him a wide birth except when the guys inside spotted him they went outside in a huff. They had a purpose and it was to confront this guy.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Well, that was interesting. He'd watch with interest at this point. He wanted to see how this played out.

[Leon]

Sure enough the two guys would confront the guy.

"Look we told you and your buddies last time. 202 is independent and doesn't need protection."

The guy scoffed turning his nose up and to the side before speaking.

"You have one old busted up Qi user who couldn't make it in a real territory. Don't see how that is protection."

The guys got heated from that.

"Look you Prota fuck. Get out or we will throw you out."

They were ready to try too.

"HAH! Ill give you twenty gold pieces to try."

And they did. The guy moved fast, didn't even use Qi or anything. Dropped the two young swordsman in an instant. Eric could follow it though. That's when... The waiter appeared in the street holding a long sword. If he moved from the diner to the road he made no noise and had no presence until he was already on scene.

"I believe that was a mistake Arcenus."

"Man of the hour himself. What's it going to be Weigrif? You thought about the offer?"

"The answer is as always. No. Now leave."

"Suit yourself." The guy shrugged and would leave.

[Mathew Amtrum]

His eyes widened slightly, but more amusement than shock. He could have guessed the outcome of the fight before it happened. Prota guys were a bitch, they were lucky it was just the one. The waiter being the swordsman was a surprise, but such coincidences happened he supposed. It was fortuitous, however. He now had a name and a face of one of the players in the territory. First hand even. A good thing to keep in the back of his mind.

He'd remain seated and let them pick themselves up, he'd not butt in unless one of them spoke to him about it. Right now this wasn't his problem, and it didn't directly concern his primary objective. Quite yet. Though the secondary objective of making sure a genocide isn't conducted would rest on him handling the prota people.

He might have to rip his hand and talk to this Weigrif though. It may be one avenue on how to solve his little problem.