Randy brushed away some twigs. "Goddammit." He exclaimed. This was becoming annoying. There was a Tavern not too far from the East Market, and after the events there, Randy decided to sell his business, taking only his most prized possession. His steam powered boxing gauntlets, handcrafted by himself. However, he was not expecting a forest to be in between the two. Randy wanted to find some work, hired muscle kind of gig. Randy got the itch back from the East Market, and it's where Randy truly shone, even if he could build a weapon or two.
Randy noticed a footstep, very small, like an animal. He glanced left and right before spotting the noise maker, it was a wolf. Hopefully, it didn't notice Randy. He could punch a guy but he'd be damned if he ever laid a finger on an animal.