"Name's Zizar." He said assuredly as he came closer to the party. He understood not everyone had good intent. Even so, he never liked getting these looks. Mistrust and suspicion lingering in the eyes. The frown of tightened guard. Zizar didn't just think it unnecessary, but it was bad for business. "Sooo... What brings you guys to Falone? Taking in the sights? Finding new duds?" He asked as his eyes drifted to Blake, as though hoping not to offend him.<br/><br/>Blake had turned away with pink spreading on his face. He knew he wasn't looking all too good since his run-in with bandits. However, this man had a point. Since then, he's looked he's seen better years. He cleared his throat and approached Zizar while peeling his hood from his head.<br/>"Man. Last time I saw mess like you... Well, I was that mess." Zizar teased. "Guys like us shouldn't be dressed like this."<br/><br/>"That sounds good. But-"<br/><br/>Zizar soon turned to the elder woman as she came to meet the current situation, "That's awesome to hear. Hey, do you mind if I borrow your hired guard here for a sec. He just looks like he's in need of new duds. This coat here is all right, but he looks a poor bandit."<br/><br/>"I don't talk about it." Blake chimed, slowly turning his head to Avis, displaying a little worry on his face and mouthing, "Would you mind coming with me?"