Damon knew how to deal with these kinds of people—it was best to just ignore them. If that didn't work, he'd resort to the second option.
"Well, young man from the academy, what can I do for you? Looking for a place to party? Magic artifacts? Spellbooks that are easier to learn than what they teach at the academy?"
Damon didn't even glance at the man pestering him.
"I am Carls, the info broker…"
The voice was male, but Damon kept walking, ignoring him entirely. Yet, the man persisted, trailing close behind.
"In fact, I know a way to get magic crystals for cheap, potions of all kinds... I'm an information broker above all else."
Damon sighed and finally gave the man a sidelong glance.
The stranger was young, probably around twenty, with unkempt brown hair and a shifty look in his piercing blue eyes. Everything about him screamed "suspicious."
"Screw off." Damon's voice was cold, low, and final.
But Carls was undeterred.
