[Center][b][h3]The Safe Cracker[/h3][/b][/center]

The slim almost rake thin Greek man leaned on a street side light post. Watching the passing people as they weaved their way through city streets. Manhattan is and interesting place. So many vibrant places. On the no-maj and the magical sides. Out here in the streets just outside magical Hells Kitchen. Put here all the No Maj walked along mere feet from another world entirely. Out here his grey polo shirt fingerless gloves beanie and blue trousers said "bad fashion sense". For the most part.

But during a lull the man spins and heads into an alley, pulling a dark laquered stick from his pocket, 10 inches long, very rigid, greek fir wood with dried Gorgon scale as a core. Very good for darker magic. And for being sneaky. A swish and a swift tappa tappa tappa to a series of odd items in the small alley he's in. And soon the fence at the end swings towards him.

And into another world he enters. The world of magic and spells and incredible and strange things. As the thin bald headed man winds his way through the streets he tosses a few sickles to a street vendor, grabbing a skewer from the stall. And he's nibbling at the lamb skewer when he steps through another hidden door.

And into the back entrance of a small speakeasy. Serpeverde turf, place to get some good drink. With skewer still in hand maybe a quarter of the steaming fragrant meat still on it he peers around. Then spots Zucco, he's seen the kid around some. And as he's approaching the table another young face beats him there.

Interesting.

With skewer held proudly he calls, "Hey there Bobby, what's happening eh [i]malaka[/i]?"