꧁༺ 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭 ༻꧂

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 6

Peruosia was not as vibrant and colourful as La Kuenoh, but the capital city was large and just as full of life with businesses and many, many more stalls and shops and roads. It was an awfully busy city compared to La Kuenoh. Multiple carts and carriages of nobles could be spotted around the city streets, even the wildlife here seemed more welcome and celebrated. Peruosia wasn't particularly clean, either. But nevertheless, it was still a memorable sight to see.

The horses came to a stop near a secluded part of the city, the part where you'd be able to find more riffraff people, social outcasts and poor criminals. This was the parts where pirates were usually quite easy to find in the posher city of Peruosia, as they were cast off as criminals to the rest of society.

You were amazed by how many nobles were in the city alone, wondering how many nobilities could possibly be in just this country. You were also very frightened by how many gruff, rabid criminals inhabited the city's streets, too. Leon sought out to comfort your troubles as you were riding around the dangerous parts, wrapping his arm around you to make you feel safer there on the carts.

He helped you down off the barrels and boxes and carts, holding onto you tightly so you wouldn't feel so afraid now that you were off the cart. You saw the criminals snarl at you like sharks, looking at you as if you were prey. Shivering, you pressed yourself closer to Leon, trying not to focus on the strangers staring at you.

"Hey, you lot," you heard Chris's commanding voice from behind, "scram! Scram, you little shits, before I beat your arse!" The strangers glared at Chris, shouting a few slurs at him, then they quickly scattered away from the area. You were grateful for how packed he was - bigger than usual always meant that they weren't someone you wanted to mess with.

Chris looked over at the both of you with a small look of concern. "You alright?" He asked you, seeing as you were off-put.

"Yes, yes I'm fine," you sighed in relief, "thank you."

"Don't mention it. I don't let anyone touch my crew. Not with a ten foot pole, nothing." He smiled warmly, and you smiled back. Chris intimidated you sometimes, but overall you knew he was a lovely man at heart.

"Alright, people! Start unloading these carts!" Jill ordered, standing strong. Her aura was always so demanding and powerful, but you knew she was just uptight about things when it was important.

You and the others began to unload the heavy crates and boxes and barrels, piling them close to a door that was behind a bar.

Behind the bar was a man who went by the name of Albert Wesker, or so you've heard the pirates say. The trading man could go two ways with you: he could either trade what you give him for the course of however the amount of money he chooses, or he could trick you into giving him the supplies yet be scammed of money completely. It was really all about the impression he got from you.

Chris was the only man there who knew Wesker well, almost as a friend, if it weren't for Albert's ways. He took Jill in with him, barging in through the door in his pirate manner.

Startled, Wesker abruptly woke up from his beauty nap in his chair. He grumbled, rubbing his eyes and blinking, scanning his surroundings until his glare landed upon Chris. He looked up at the larger man and scowled.

"Still haven't learned what being polite is, Chris?" He commented sourly as he leaned his elbows on the desk in front of him, resting his head on his hands. Chris rolled his eyes and approached the desk with an expression meaning business.

"Sure. You know, maybe I'll learn that once you learn respect. Now, you up for trade? Or has your job just not clicked with you?" Chris retorted, standing tall above the older man.