The gandharva and the troll quickly collect their money and get off. In the meanwhile, a small crowd of spectators has gathered. It is difficult to tell who might actually be a threat to us and who might not - actually, basically everyone in the neighborhood is a potential danger. Most of the people here are between twenty and thirty-five. Only few - like Pops - have survived longer, fewer still - like you - dare to go to Thamel at a younger age. After the situation dissolved, however, so does the crowd. After one or two minutes, the only especially suspicious persons you can see are:
- two teens of around eighteen, a boy and a girl, who have a distincitvely vulture-like appearance. They are eyeing us with unconcealed curiosity.
- a street trader who comes closer. He is stout and bearded and one of his eyes obviously is a cyber-eye. He grins, displaying a single whole in his yellowish teeth, and says. "Aye, that party looks like one that's in need of some guns and barrels. I can sell you some good guns to a very good price. You impressed me, I can make you a special price. Look, I can get you a real Ares or a Browning."
Bikki's face turns sour as he hears Lucky say Riker's name. "Riker? What do you mean? Where is that bastard? Are you still friends with him? I can't believe it! I-" He stops mid-talking, puckering his brows. He then falls silent, immediately, with a very troubled expression on his face.
Pops joins his group. He nods in their general direction, thus greeting Lucky, HarleQueen, Scip and Musaa, casts a look at the trader, but decides to ignore him. Instead he turns to Lucky and asks: "Trouble?"
I'm never sick of rolls. Rolls can always go amiss, and failed rolls usually mean fun to the GM ;-)
