Give A Little, Get A Lot [Completed]

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Character(s): Larsa Ferrinas Solidor and Timon
Content: Larsa unknowingly treats Timon to dinner for information regarding the city
Setting: Porfavore's
Time: [Week Two] Evening
Warnings: None

Food and business went together well; usually the person he met paid for him and considering his appetite, it was exceedingly costly. Of course, that didn’t faze him. Money was easy enough to obtain in Paixao, even now, and his information was valuable. As far as he was concerned it was a fair trade.

As usual, Timon waited outside the building for his guest. He doubted he would be spotted in the restaurant by himself, especially if Prince Larsa was unaware what he actually looked like. The previous man he had met, who oddly also happened to be a Prince, had made them same error, causing him to draw his blade at the rodent. Thankfully things had worked themselves out in the end, but sometimes not being or human race could be incredibly troublesome.

Cautiously, he stood against a statue, hidden in its shadow while he awaited Larsa’s company. Another reason he refused to wait alone inside the restaurant for the Prince was in case a member of the Organization was inside. He’d be in the wide open, and simple to snatch. Well, that and the fact that he couldn’t reach the handle to get inside to begin with.

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“Perfect.” He replied irritably. It was obvious something like this would happen, it always did. Regardless how many people he spoke to a majority possessed no information at all. He always imagined people sharing their findings with new visitors instead of leaving it all up to him to explain, however it didn’t look as though it worked that way - perhaps in the past, but not now. A groan was given as Timon began to rub his temples. He never really knew where to start when it came to these big spiels, there was just too much information.

“Well, in that case I guess I’ll start with the bad news. See, we don’t exactly know where these experiments take place. I mean, they could be anywhere in the city. None of the victims could give any direction or find their way back there. They just woke up in a cell, no windows, no doors, zip. A few of us have been searching for their hideout, but as I’m sure you can probably guess already, we’ve yet to find it. So, to be honest, I have no idea where your friend is, never mind where to even start to look... Sorry.”

The meerkat looked down at his menu as a wave of guilt came over him. There was only so much he could do for the Prince, and unfortunately this was not something he could help him with, regardless how much he desired to.