Arrival at Ringhood

The man, after a bit more walking, notices what appears to be a checkpoint, perhaps to make sure to keep the zerbarix from escaping or people like him from disturbing. Again, he is surrounded, but everything was going as he had planned, he raises his hands and mentions that he wants to meet the head of the dump.

As if he were the boss of the place, he was taken to where he wanted and Fenrir unarmed and handcuffed, met an old captain smoking with a cold and tired expression. He was an older man of perhaps close to sixty, with visible gray hair and pale skin, perhaps from the horrors he had to see since arriving in that hell known as Rinhood. It looked like his life had deserted him because he looked pale and more miserable than Fenrir expected.

"You must be the sad man in charge of this. Wow, I didn't expect to be so right, though what can you expect, such a disgusting image for disgusting people, it stands to reason."

"I guess that makes you feel more important than us despite being handcuffed." the captain replied. "Now tell me, what kind of idiots are you to come...here."