<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/MASUMI.png)</div>A job was a job right? Sure, it was from stuffy merchants who thought they were better than the common rabble because they made money off their talents or (sometimes) ill-gotten gains. He recalled the negotiations to even be considered for this; he still had to pay his own way regarding supplies, and he was relegated to the back. But it wasn’t coin he was earning this time, it was a fresh start.<br/><br/>Masumi kept an eye out for what was going on around him. The rogue was here to fulfill his end of the bargain, to guard the cargo as they travel along the Merchant’s Road. He was a peculiar looking man, dyed unkept hair, pointed ears and a shallowed figure. He kept his hood down for now, no need to have it up at the moment, he thought.<br/><br/>His attention was drawn to someone else speaking, one of the others who had requested passage, he assumed. From what he heard, this one was a man of faith “Don’t get used to sitting on your ass throughout the entire trip, pretty boy. It won’t all be cozy wood floors, jostling rides and cool breezes. We will have to work.”<br/><br/>Aten considered<em>this</em>a luxury? Masumi wanted to scoff, they were with the menial goods. Not up front with the plush seating and better kept surroundings. Gods, he missed that upscale life at times like this. He heard his parents in his mind right now.<strong><em>‘Be polite, Boy.’ </em></strong>The voice of his father echoed in his head.<strong><em>‘The man told you his name.’</em></strong><br/><br/>“You can call me Masumi.” He introduced himself. “No fancy titles, never seen the use for them.”