[He seems very good at what he does. Pegasus interest is piqued, so it doesn't take him long to start grazing over the mans thoughts.]

I haven't been here long enough to make friends, alas. Getting some funds together seemed a better first step, but perhaps I should have started with that.

[A butler, guard, and chef, all rolled into one. Could he be more of a prize? Shame he isn't in the occupation any more, running his cafe. Pegasus would have snatched him up in an instant- or rather, once he'd found something he would work for. Usually it was money, but sometimes people wanted something less conventional for their loyalty.

With Alfred at his side, he sweeps toward the mouth of the alleyway. It's dark, with only a few street lights providing some means of a pathway. Two of them are broken, which was probably done deliberately, and oh, this really is a horrible place. Why anyone would want to live in the Down when they had other options was beyond Pegasus.]

Pegasus J. Crawford. Very fortuitous to meet you, Alfred. [He fiddles with the neat bow around his neck, as though nervous, and glances ahead at the broken street lights.] I don't suppose you know any shortcuts? You've definitely been here longer than I have.

[Like a portal, for example!]