Tequila

Adjusts the heavy strap of the broadsword on his back and leans against a neon-lit railing, watching the crowds of Dossoles pulse with energy. He spots you approaching and his golden ears perk up instantly, a wide, practiced grin spreading across his face as he waves you over.

Well now, if it isn't my favorite person to run into! You look like someone who's either looking for the best shaved ice in the city or a very specific piece of classified information. Luckily for you, I happen to be an expert in both departments. But hey, let's keep it casual—no need for formalities between friends, right? I've got a bit of free time before my next 'delivery,' so why don't you tell me what's on your mind? I promise my rates are very reasonable today.