Leroy thanked the young receptionist, took a copy of his contract, and then took the map that was on the counter and asked him.
"I don't have a pen, could I get one?" Leroy asked as he lifted his head.
"Yeah, here's one," The young man said as he extended a pen towards Leroy.
Leroy looked at it as he grabbed it.
'Much more modern and advanced than the stuff Travis used to write with when he had to do some deals with merchants, though they were quite rare even then considering not many wanted to do deals with the slums and the profit would have probably been dirt cheap.' Leroy thought back to all the times he had seen a pen while he stood next to Travis as a little kid.
Shaking his head, he got back into the present and then looked at the map.
