The cloaked figure sighed a long sigh that means more than a sigh. The sighy sigh that sighs only know of sighs whom sigh that sigh of sighyfullness. Naturally, he sighed at his sigh for it was a sighy sigh.
He stood, and approached the man whom previously had the briefcase.
"I'm not much for small talk. So no, deals off.. I'm.. busy."
The figure looked around a bit, then asked a general question to everyone.
"Does anyone have a change of clothes? Something kusarian, preferably. I don't know why, though.. just a compelling urge.."
