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Titan had decided to grab a drink while he monitored his Gears' footage. He sat in pub just a little aways from Humphrey's pawn shop, drinking steadily from a pitcher of ale. The woman who had sold him the beverage had nearly told him off for such an outlandish order, until she caught site of him. She dropped the pint glass she'd been wiping clean and it shattered to the floor. Titan had added a few gold coins in apology and she quickly warmed to him. Now he sat in front of a delicious seafood stew, with a pitcher of well brewed beer. It was a good night. Between the last mouthful of fish, turnip, and other delicious ingredients and last mouthful of brew, Titan saw the girl enter the tailors.

She had still seemed lost as she coordinated through the maze that was the marketplace. The girl had seemed nervous as she encountered more and more people, though none seemed overly interested in her. She continually looked over her shoulder and seemed to be looking for someone as if... but no, she couldn't have seen the Gears. This girl was indeed intriguing. He had his drones watch the door as he paid his bill and collected his affairs. The other drinkers gave him a significant berth, not wanting to be accidentally impaled or slashed by one of his impressive weapons.

Before coming in sight of the shop, he made sure his face covering was still in place. He didn't want anyone to know his face in this godforsaken place. Taking time to think of a good cover to be in the shop and his idea in place, Titan proceeded to enter the tailor's as well. Once again, he had to duck to enter the shop and stay slightly slouched. The ceiling in this shop seemed not to have taken people of his stature into account.