Mich - Surival of the Isekai'd westerner

Part 11

A copper coin into my tin can I had out in front of me, both my current income source and a piece of my front. The real reason why I sat in front of an abandoned stone house was to watch the comings and goings of what I was calling the Slavegaurds. "Thinking of the devil," I thought to myself, a Shacklepreist walked passed me, with two Slavegaurds in tow.

One of the Slavegaurds was adjusting a neckguard, a small tag showing that it was recently bought. Not that it was a nessacary clue for me since I was able to casually watch them from my little "begging spot", a place I had to beat off other beggers, something that always soured my mood. Which, in a way, aided in helping making up my disguise. "I wasnt trained for this shit" I thought to myself. "It's not like I have a choice right now, no one chose me either" I countered to myself.

A familer gray and brown robed person strolled on by, a rare sponsor of my humbe disguise. They then stopped, looked at me and crouched, nearby. Thier eyes were colored that of scabby yellow. Which was something that was made further off putting but the blue brusies that looked like tiger strips.

"You need something?" I asked, lookingat the hood of the mutalited man. They were now looking at the strip of weapon stalls that filled this somewhat run-down area. Thier head nodded after abit. "I think you know something that I'd like to know" The person stated, thier voice not distinctly male or female. I minndlessly nodded my head, making a facde of thinking about it.

"How much ya willing to pay?" I asked the man. "Enough for some nice dried meats and breads, maybe a thing of beer depending on how well of bussiness man you are, I'd think that would help you keep yourself in disgise without actually having to be a needy man." The man said. I looked at him and laughed, it had some guinene mirth in too. "Buddy, I really am homless, this isnt no dusiguse, I am barly able to wash my body by the rare genoristy which I manage to find in the quiter naighbor hoods." I told him honestly.

Which took him by surprise, looking at me as laughed with a startled face for a bit, looking me up and down to make sure I wasnt going to turn into something horrendous or anything. He had then kept his mouth shut for a good bit, then sighed. "Food, for what you can tell me about the Khiever." He said. "The who?" I asked blankly.

"You know who Im talking about" He stated flatly. "No, buuuut I do have a good guess" I thought to myself. "You mean the clerics in the shackle-themed getups?" I asked bluntly. He nodded. "Hmm, well the man that walked passed liked pull hair out of men's head, tugging as visously as possible before he punched them in the left cheek" I said. The dude looked at me with a mixxed face. "Not exactly the most important data but I think you know" He said, his eyes now something I was comfortable looking at.