Berlin certainly wasn't the prettiest city in the world, but a market like this one thriving in its country's economy was a sight to behold. Aiolos didn't particularly feel like admiring that fact for too long; if he were to continue dallying, he would miss his chance at getting another job done today. Aiolos entered the bar that seemed the most promising in terms of offering one-time jobs.

This seemed like a good time to start creating some creatures to defend himself with. Aiolos was not particularly against prejudice to a certain extent, and based on the existing prejudice in these types of people, it'd be in his best interests to be able to defend himself, especially since Aiolos stood out like a sore thumb.

Instead of making anything elaborate this time, however, Aiolos simply made 8 of what could be described as a functional copy of the gyrfalcon, which should serve well in close combat. With an average weight of 1,13kg each, this left him with 0,96kg to use on something else. Here, he simply created more of the fly-creatures he came up with earlier, which left him with approximately 19200 of the buggers.

This was a tall order, however, so it would probably take up to 10 minutes to finish creating the creatures, especially because he'd never tried creating a gyrfalcon before.

Well, not being given any attention is all the better than being given negative attention. Aiolos was quite happy about not having to fight with unruly angels or anything like that when he was simply looking for work. Aiolos went up to the counter and called for the barkeep.

"Ich suche etwas wie Söldnerarbeit. Können Sie mir damit helfen?"

“Polizist? Nein, nichts dergleichen. Ich bin bereit, mir die Hände schmutzig zu machen, möchte aber alles vermeiden, was einen großen blutigen Fleck hinterlassen könnte. Vorzugsweise ein kleiner Job.” Aiolos said. Having finally gotten the hang of the German language, it had just gotten much easier to speak to and understand the locals. It really wasn’t a hard language to learn at all; once Aiolos got a hang of the ‘der, die und das’, it was smooth sailing from there on out.

Aiolos was somewhat skeptical about the tone of the barkeep and what he meant by ‘courier’. Nevertheless, he urged the man to elaborate.

“Alles klar dann. Was soll ich liefern, und wohin bringe ich es?”

Aiolos walked over to this so-called Big Mike with a stride in his step. Hopefully, the job wouldn’t take too long, assuming he was hired.

“Ein Moment.” Aiolos said. “Ich wurde vom Barkeeper gebeten, wegen eines Lieferjobs, zu dem Sie jemanden brauchen, zu Ihnen zu kommen.”