[Riz himself orders a milkshake, something piled high with sprinkles and whipped cream. One of them needs to order something lest they’ll get kicked out and Riz is always willing to take the food burden on himself.
Also, while aesthetically an ice cream parlor might not suit this sort of conversation, Riz is both too young to enter any of those clubs and frankly, he would probably die if he came anywhere near a sex worker.
But first!
Opening his briefcase with an officious click, he rummages inside it for a moment, before withdrawing a business card, sliding it across the table to Mando. It’s not as nice looking as his business cards from back home, but it’s something.]
Okay, first things first, my name is Riz Gukgak, an investigator in employ of the Fletcher gym. And like you, someone who was kidnapped into this world. There’s a couple of dozens of us and from what I’ve heard, it’s been happening for at least a decade.
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Also, while aesthetically an ice cream parlor might not suit this sort of conversation, Riz is both too young to enter any of those clubs and frankly, he would probably die if he came anywhere near a sex worker.
But first!
Opening his briefcase with an officious click, he rummages inside it for a moment, before withdrawing a business card, sliding it across the table to Mando. It’s not as nice looking as his business cards from back home, but it’s something.]
Okay, first things first, my name is Riz Gukgak, an investigator in employ of the Fletcher gym. And like you, someone who was kidnapped into this world. There’s a couple of dozens of us and from what I’ve heard, it’s been happening for at least a decade.