Snippet #2184536

Gerard exited his carriage as he looked around Demotia. He loved how cruel and brutal the city was. He saw a lot of himself in this city. Of course he saw a lot of himself in every territory. It would all belong to him eventually. Gerard had just recieved word that someone wanted to meet up with him to discuss 'light' weapons. He had a few small shops in Demotia but his reputation was not well recieved here. The yakuza as well as the demons didn't take to kindly to his acts of taking over the market. The only ones that actually were aware of the clout he had were high level yakuza bosses, high classdemon club owners, as well as any large orginazation that traded with Brunoma.

After the battle with a dragon, Gerard felt he really needed to relax but knew all too well that his arrival was not secret and there were plenty of people who would want hiim dead. Pressing a large clasp on his cloak he activated the magic making the cloak as hard as rock. He activated his ring of deflection as a light wind started and settled down. He figured that would help with any common thugs and novice killers. He started walking down the crowded street eyeing several prospects of entertainment walking along the road. He walked on though, because business was business. He headed to the meeting place at a casual pace showing those around him he did not fear them. Sometimes that alone would stop anything from happening. Somtimes.