However, it wasn't the right time for such petty arguments. Although Aldric slipped up once in a while, locating, tracking were his areas of excellence. Even that man knew that, and was somewhat cautious of him.
Looking around for a last time, Hemmingson finally clicked on the side of his neck, still somewhat reluctant, and worried.
Within moments he found himself in the small suburban restaurant, right in front of the bill counter.
"Sir your total is…"
The man asking for payment, raised his head, about to scream, unable to believe his eyes, but thankfully with his quick reflexes Hemmingson put his index on his lips in a hushing gesture, squeezing in a large note in the man's hand, before rushing to leave secretively.
It seemed to be completely different from where Miss was living. Much quieter, calmer, and the people overall seemed way more gossipy.
