Hooves and Hassling

[Nosdyn]

(You're doing fine so far mate. Keep up the good work and thank you for being patient with me. All Bunnies approved!!!)

The note was still in his hand.

Wilder Ranch sells Horses unlike any other. Obtain one. -The Boss-

For Underworld elements an opportunity to conduct...business...on new fronts was always a profit.

Nosdyn carefully looked over the note one time and then looked up at the Wilder Ranch as it loomed directly ahead on his path.

Nosdyn traveled, as many like him oft had, on foot those days.

His eyes were narrowed behind the mask he wore, but his dark-blue skin gave away the fact that he was different than most.

Though only those who were knowledgeable about such matters would readily spot him as a Haidian Demon. The fellow wore his mask when dealing with Hume (Human) echelons of power. That was the safest way for him to conduct his various dealings without being spotted as a Demon. Though his panic aura, an many other aspects of him could not be helped. The guards, some elite soldiers of Radasanth, would oft stare at the Demon. But kept their distance. He had an exotic weapon at his side that he kept with him at all times.

Nosdyn looked about him. Farmer territory...workers and serfs mostly... Those that toiled and tilled the land were all around him. Some horses and a few wagons were up ahead that were pulling up towards The Wilder Ranch. Nosdyn figured that would be his next objective. He was there mainly out of curiosity...and also to appease The Boss. His mysterious Alerar contact was trying to expand is influence to Radasanthian circles and even beyond that.

Where ever large groups of Humes gathered...crime would always develop a foothold.

Was the nature of Humanity...after all.

Nosdyn was an Enforcer those days working for The Boss. He liked the work, it was brutal and dangerous...fitting for a soldier from Haidia. Nosdyn looked up at the afternoon sky and stared at the sun for a moment or two. It hurt his eyes by the nature of what he was...but the mask he wore helped. Returning his gaze to a normal position, the big man prepared to conduct his dealing with The Humes. He walked past the initial wagons as they were being unloaded by ranch workers, and walked towards a nearby farmhand.

The Hume appeared to be a burly fellow, and he nodded to the fellow with some respect. "I am here to see your stock...and potentially make a purchase." Nosdyn spoke with an exotic accent, and his voice was very deep...he was trying to keep himself from not being anymore hostile than normal...