Melon raised a sleepy eyebrow at the man standing outside his door. He had a warm fish and a business proposition? That's... weird. Why did he think this was a logical way to make a business proposition? 7 a.m. with a freshly-cooked fish. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, nudging the door pen a bit more. "Come in." He mumbled, walking into his kitchen, grabbing an apple out of his basket. He nibbled at the fruit as he watched the strange man walked into the small apartment.<br/><br/>It suddenly struck him that this was the man who had been causing the trouble in the square the day before. He yawned once, then brushed the hair out of his face, wishing he'd had time to fully wake up. "What do you need from me?" He asked, then took a large bite out of his apple, chewing thoughtfully. "You want a body guard or something?" Fighting wasn't his strongest point, but he was pretty good with his sword. "How much are you willing to pay and for how much time?"