'Kalam's eyes flickered off down an alleyway briefly. The early morning had already stirred the dock boys into a flurry of movement, even in Ravahn's cooler winter. He tugged the heavy wrap around his shoulders a little more. The cold, even in it's mild form here, seemed to always seep into his bones if he didn't keep moving. One boy who stared a little too close as he passed went wide eyed and affected a clumsy half bow in mid run, falling slightly sideways over his bare feet. A smile tugged at the mouth of the Dark merchant, aware that loyalty to him often dug more deeply in the poorer quarters of the city. From under the rustle of the silk clothing, he elegantly flicked a copper coin at of the boy. The boy's eyes, just recovered, went wide in a more excitable way.
"Thank you, m'lord" the urchin stuttered.
"Soh, boy, I am no lord. Sir will do me well as any other man."
"Thank you, Sir. Is there anything I can fetch you? I'm quick, sir, reliable! Quiet." The boy's gangly frame unbent itself into the semblance of a salute. Kalam took a shine to him in that moment, made a mental note to send one of his men down this way to recruit the youngster.
In the alleyway behind him a dark figure shifted as if simply emerging from physical shadow. Another copper tumbled from silk.
"No, boy, I am well suited. Be on your way and speak not of our meeting. I shall send my men this way should they seek work from the docks. Your name?"
The copper had already disappeared into scuffed shirt cuffs. "Jon, sir." He tapped his nose. "Not that you'd know that, seens as we've never met!"
And with that, he was gone, scampering off down a nearby street. In his place, an altogether darker presence stood, almost as tall as the dark merchant himself, bemused eyes glinting under the shadow of a dark crimson hood. "Developing a fondness for the street urchins now, Kalam? And here I thought you of sterner stuff."