Wise Wolf

The two coliseum guards stared down the hallway at the departing, green-haired figure. 

Dorus turned to Heimon, shrugging his shoulders, "Honestly? I have no idea."

He took a seat on a nearby bench and fanned himself with his hand. "I figured it was just some rich kid. Tried to get some coin from him-- was a bust, though."

Heimon shifted his weight, grimacing, "He's... trespassing then? Should we do something about it?"

"Tch," Dorus scoffed at the notion. "And do what?"

"Eh, I dunno..." Heimon bit the corner of his lip, "Question him?"

"Nah..." Dorus shook his head... "You don't question people like that. Chances are, the guy knows somebody or is important enough to act like he's invincible. The wrong guy up top throws a fit? We're out of a job."

Heimon frowned, "Dorus, we signed a contract..."

"Well, yeah..."