[Salone]

He nodded, leaving her to her own devices as he left the bathhouse. He strode through the city, hunting for everything on his checklist. Within an hour he had sought out and found everything he was looking for. The first things he acquired was, obviously, guns. Getting what he wanted was going to be costly, but not as costly as it would have been without his 'negotiating' skills. His demeanor and coin had earned him a weathered Mosin-Nagant slung across his back and a TT-33 Tokarev pistol strapped to his left leg. The submachine gun that had walked in to hell with him, the PPsh-41, still fastened itself to his right leg with dog collars. Several smaller handguns hid in his many pockets and hideaways, with lavish amounts of ammunition to feed them making him a walking armory. On his battered belt loops hung a single grenade, decades old and looking as if its moment of glory had long been over. Weighed down with the consequences of a lighter pocket, he made his way back in to the main stretch of Corinth. He had assumed he would be meeting back up with the girl soon, and the group he ran in to had originally been at a tavern. Trying to find them both in the same place, he began visiting establishments, giving a quick survey of each one before ducking out again. It took him four tries to find the correct one, spotting the two women, the two men, and the Meat. You tasted his flesh once. Tasted it! Consumed it. Broken down, became fuel for us! He is a part of you now! Consume the rest, like all the others! Consume the rest!

He waved a hand near his ear, dismissing something he thought he heard as he walked towards the group. He stood over them for a moment, assessing their faces before speaking.

"Am I interrupt? Looking for girl. Not here for group."