Dodger was sitting in his usual spot at his stall, with his infamous muscle, Klaus, standing at the front. Tending to the customers that came by.

His table wasn't off access. Not at all. Anyone could sit down in the seat across from his to discuss a new deal, or maybe give him some intel on a new loot area. Or to play a quick little game of poker, which usually got the other player in his debt.

The gruff man was busy sipping on some whiskey that he recently received, until someone sat down at the other side of the table.. They didn't seem like they were there for him, instead using it as a place to recharge. But Dodger had other plans.

".. Willing to do some work for me? I'll let you in on some of the percentage." He spoke up, not turning to look at the person.