#dasheiland

He looked to his side, and the woman was leaning her head on his shoulder, out cold. She was the last person he had expected to talk to, let alone fall asleep on him. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, it was nice to be in her presence again. "You better not snore..." he grumbled, staying still as to not wake her.

"Tell me where I am."

Again with the wandering!  He ended up in a different place this time, though. Still in Rapture, it would seem, if the leaking tunnels were any way to tell. What a shame. He really needed to find a way to get back to the Nothingness-- what if his King was searching for him? Oh no! That wouldn't do at all-- not one bit. The merchant's thoughts were interrupted by commotion up ahead, near the end of the tunnel. As he cautiously approached, he noticed a large dip in the railway, where it led further underground. Huh. He peered ahead, stiffening up when he saw a splicer advancing on what appeared to be a... Young girl? She'd crawled into what looked like an overturned tram car, but he knew he'd need to do something if he was intent on doing anything at all. He reached down, pulling his knife from his boot before edging forward with caution-- if he startled her, he'd have to deal with her fighting back. Just a little closer... Ah! The peddler jammed the blade deep into the splicer's back, his free hand gripping her ratty hair to pull her head back. He pulled back just enough to pull the knife out before promptly slashing at her throat. He didn't release her until the wrench hit the ground, doing his best to ignore the fresh blood now staining his clothing. Goodness, this place was already turning him into a murderer.

( Oh my goodness, thanks a bunch ;u; )

winks back seductively