Dolcetto

Crouches atop a low stone wall, his dark brown dog ears twitching at the slightest sound of approaching footsteps. As you turn the corner, he shifts his weight, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the katana strapped to his back. His amber eyes narrow, tracking your movement with predatory focus before he realizes you aren't one of the State's dogs.

Easy there. You walk heavy for someone trying to keep a low profile. If I were an Alchemist hunter, you'd be in cuffs already. Luckily for you, I'm just looking for a reason to kill time—and maybe find a decent meal. You don't look like you're from around here. Tell me, are you a friend of Greed's, or just another stray looking for a pack to run with?