Robert
Kiervan Czerich
Ignis Irax

As Linas dissapeared in the depths of the shop, Czerich's attention was drawn to Giallo. Pyotr was on the brink of attacking him.

"That's weird. He usually likes kids. Who are you, youg man?"

Czerich walked to under the woodem beam the cat was perched on, where he caugth the animal as it let itself fall over. That seemed to calm Pyotr, who immediately forgot about the raven haired kid.

Czerich, however, kept asking questions. "You are not from around here, are you? Your clothes are not that of a little blacksmith, and you don't seem like you're here to buy. What brings you here, if I may ask?"
Larry
Lei Linas 
Ignis Grax

Lei was humming a soft tune to himself as he looked through the shelves on the storage room, looking for that spy glass and a spare world map his new customer needed. Once he spotted it he smiled and pulled the small box out to check its contents. When he was certain that it was the right model he moved over to take one of his spare maps and walked towards the door of the storage room.
Gala
Giallo Strizzare
Ignis Grax, Azarya

"My name's Giallo sir, and I've traveled here from Iron Gate to seek my fortune. Can I have some money?"
The lad spoke in a dull monotone, his eyes focused on the cat. He'd never been fond of cats, for in his experience on the streets they'd steal his scraps and alert marks to his presence.
Robert
"I'm afraid not," Replied Czerich. "But I am in need of someone to help me carry luggage to the outskirts of the city. I will pay you if you're willing to earn it, kid."

Czerich had inherited a contempt for mendiants from his father, but he respected those willing to earn their money trough hard work. This request was a test, if the kid proved willing to help, maybe he could be entrusted with more important affairs.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the blacksmith coming back with the items.