Chapitre 270: Junky

"Are you coming?" The Escort asked with a deep, loud groan, and Eiro slowly turned toward him, "Yes?" 

"I asked if you were coming. We don't have that much time. And it feels weird to be down here..." The middle-aged, messily-groomed man said.

Eiro really hadn't paid attention to this kind of stuff before. Sure, he took it into account, but he didn't really think about it since it didn't matter all that much, but this man seemed to have a quite leisure lifestyle. At least, he didn't pay attention to his appearance all that much and seemed to be quite keen on alcohol and cigars.

There was nothing wrong with that, it made him stick out from the crowd a bit better actually, but it simply overlapped with his apparent personality pretty well. He was walking around with a rather tired, lazy demeanor, as if he wanted to get everything done as quickly as possible so that he could get back to whatever he was doing beforehand.