It was a bright and sunny day in Neopia Central. The birds were singing, the crowd of Neopians were chatting amongst themselves at the Bazaar, and the smell of food was in the air. However, the back allies tell a different story, one usually of intrigue, suspense, and caution. One such Neopian was not part of such things. A rogue-ish-looking ixi, a Neopian that looked like a mix between a goat and a deer, strode through the shady backstreets with cockiness and confidence, his black boots thumping against the cobblestone and whistling a carefree tune. He had not a problem in the world...until he bumped into someone as he passed by.

"Ohoho, sorry about that," Hanso apologized with a chuckle. "Didn't see ya there. Hope you're alright."