8.02.4 Malidi

Heavy things will only slow you down, and weapons will make you appear striking anywhere you go. This is why most of the weapons that Rosso would have been able to acquire had been dealt with one way or another. 

He was a mortal on the surface, a mortal man to whom a small knife would be enough for self-protection. A knife that remained in his pocket, as for how normal that Knife was, only Rosso understood this. 

But I am going back to the topic. Due to the habit of traveling light, there is not much to sell on his body, meaning the only other option left for him is to either steal directly in the city or journey out for a bit, find a perfect target, and steal from them. 

Well, that would be what he would have done, if not for the time limit. 

A week was too little. Which is what put him under some pressure. "You need money?" Heroth asked the one-eyed boy who kept swiping his bleeding eye from time to time. "For the eyes?" He asked a bit more.