Chastity
_There was a certain freshness to Dezabia that always cheered up Almann. A new sense of adventure at every corner and interesting places to stumble upon. The reality is that he's not here for a joy trip, but business. There's always business to be done, things to exchange, and money to make. New faces will open up new opportunities for Almann to spread his name in far off places. Whether these new faces are of the more honourable sort or not makes no difference to him. His years of being a hired blade has tempered his sense of morality a bit._

_He sincerely believed that even the most sorry lot and sketchy of individuals had their usefulness and place in society. He had heard of some petty thugs and thieves crawling around the city, and was warned by the locals not to poke at them. Almann couldn't help it. He likes sticking his nose in places where it doesn't belong, and poking his head around in the more denizen-ridden parts of Dezabia. Who knows? Maybe they have a contract for him._

_That being said, he didn't have enough information to start doing haphazardly barging into every smugglers den and thief's hollow. He'd have to ask some of the locals first. Desperation for information can be easily solved by merely sticking your head through the door of someone's business and asking about the area._

_This is what occupied the mind of Almann as he walked off the cobbles of the common street and walked in the doorway of what seemed like a sweets shoppe._ 

_He begins looking around the store for wares to buy._
Andy
*The delightful ring by the door would attract the eyes of Sutekina and her members. The front most members would greet the newcomer with a cheerful*

"Welcome to Yukinoshita's Candy Store! Enjoy sweets to your hearts content!"

*Sutekina was expecting children or robust woman, so she would be a bit surprised to see a grizzled macen. He clearly seemed like someone you would seen in a shady isle way, not a sweets shop. To say the least, she was on guard. She would quickly and stealthily slide a note to one of her members under the table, indicating for them to check outside and see if there were any other suspicious member standing by.*

*Her other members who were carrying out their transactions to the side would halt play off as normal customers or employee. Until the scout came back, she would have to entertain this new 'guest'. With her luck, maybe he was just a customer, but she doubted that. She at least hoped there wasn't going to be any other suspicious individuals showing up*
Travis
*The course and gritty yet golden sands of Dezabia had been the destination of another pale skinned macen. Unbeknownst to her, she had no connections to the man ahead of her but judging by how the woman was macen just like him. One could possibly assume they were together. . . The woman seemed somewhat winded after being outside in the blaring sun. She'd seek refugee, within the establishment.

Sadly, sticking out like an undercooked dumpling. The foreigner would follow close behind the man, she'd be wearing a black and white Kamishimo, oddly enough the appearance was a more on the traditional side. Yet spoke that of a revolutionary as it was meant for the broader shoulders of a man. The woman's dark ebony hair was neatly pinned up into a bun not a single strain of hair was loose up top, she walked with a dark wooden stick along with a "Necklace" Made of chains that loosely hung and jingled around her neck. The woman would looked around with pupils gleaming in astonishment of the collection of sweets and treats, had she entered a realm of divinity? One could've have mistake her for a young girl, by a mere glance of her excitement. The woman would remain behind the man, for the time being she scanned her surroundings. Taking note of the customers and potential workers, of which she found hardest to differentiate in this land. . .

Tyshima—or rather Ms. Izanami, would eventually make eye contact with Sutekina. She'd give a gentle wave and a delicate smile with her lips and eyes, before disappearing behind the man ahead of her. She'd lean on her cane as she awaited the man a head to start to talking to the Woman in front of them. . . She was listening in and counting the amount head that sat and stood within the lobby.*