[Poggio]

If there was more sleep to be had he was not going to get it. Ezra opened his eyes focusing on the continual drops of liquid that fell on his head. It was the only residual evidence of rain from the previous night. With a heavy sigh he moved his make shift blankets off his body. His mind wondered why he was making a special effort for this customer. It was his idea after all to meet at the once great establishment. He had slept in the shadows of the Quail Tavern giving his contact one-day before he would move on. His body was yarning for more sleep, however his mind was sharp. He listened for any sound of another person before moving. Since he didn’t show up the goods were officially Erza’s to sale as he pleased. His thoughts moved onward to more important things such as how to find a buyer and how to keep his goods from ‘them’. Gathering his things, he slung a rather heavy satchel over his shoulder. His stomach grumbled lowly signaling that it was time for the most important meal of the day. Breakfast.