Jimmie folded his gloves, and hung them from his belt. He could have sworn he heard the man mention 'sweden'. Throwing the lazily rolled cigarette butt on the ground, he shoved his head back inside the shop and with one very angered shout he told sad little Lynn, that she was to watch the shop while he was out on business. The young woman, with round cheeks and watery eyes nodded and sat down behind the counter in silence.<br/>"Atleast try to have a good day", he said and headed over to the foreigner.<br/><br/>The man stood some paces away from a pet shop. A shop Jimmie had seen from across the street for quite some time. The owner was some Hallder fellow, and appearantly very much so an excellent craftsman. Pushing his glasses further up his nose bridge, Jimmie walked up next to the man, staring at the shop.<br/>"Good morning sir. I could not help myself but to hear you say Sweden. I don't wish to interfare with any daily schedule you might have planned, but as a good fellow I thought I'd might help a lonely traveler with some guidance, should he require it. Much is dependant on time and timing here in this city you know, and would you ever need to keep track of time, my shop is just over there by the corner."<br/><br/>He smiled politely while his eyes clearly told the tale of coin. Any one with more wit would of course notice that this man was out for more than just being a helping hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>