The night in the wasteland was dark and cloaked the ghoul as he had ventured to underworld. He only dared to travel under the cover of darkness now. Alone once again he sought out a man or woman capable of carrying his weight around and he had heard that underworld was the place to go.
Now he wasn't to such on what to expect when he walked into the preserved marble halls of the museum but the sight of ghouls was a sign that things were at the very least, safe for now.
He found his way to the ninth circle. He had been told it was a stingy place, a hole. One that you couldn't possibly want to go in. This made no difference to the man. He had been diving into seedy places since before most of these ghouls were born.
The man decorating the corner was of impressive height. He stood still like a statue at the ready with his eyes cast forward. Now that was interesting.. He put the pieces together. This had to be the man he heard about.
He carried himself elegantly and had a set at the bar. His was dressed in a nicer looking prewar suit It only had a few rips and stains. Notably he wore a blue beetle broach over his left suit pocket. He spoke up to the bar tender. Right to business.
"He for sale?"
