A Trade Gone South

All Clear
Robin looked around the tavern patiently, awaiting for his client to show up. The crowd was loud and bustling, and he made sure to not let them spill any of their drinks onto his pristine white robes. He also protected his back, where one of his artifacts was located, within a metal sheath.

Eventually, a petite girl jumped onto him from behind, squealing. “Robbie!” she exclaimed. Robin only sighed in response. “It is good to see you as well, Cocoa. Would you please get off of me?”

The girl giggled, letting go and climbing up one of the stools in front of him and smiled. She pulled out a small amulet from her pocket, and gave it to Robin. “I had to sell a lot of good swords for this! Be grateful!” she whispered harshly. Robin nodded, sliding over a stack of Belly. “I am. Now, leave. Hurry.” Robin said. Cocoa simply nodded, running out of the tavern through the back entrance. Robin pushed up his glasses and put the amulet into his jackets inner pocket. Now, all he had to do was get out of here.

Robin knew that this tavern often had Marines visit. But it had also been the quickest place for him to meet Cocoa and perform the trade. As such, he decided the risks outweighed the benefits, as he and the rest of this crew had been hunting for this artifact for quite some time. He looked towards the entrance, and began to walk towards it. So far, it had been all clear.