Alistair knew he was being watched, and he'd used the Dragon Fear specifically to ward off trouble. Little did he know, he'd just made himself the most wanted "stud" in the Demi-Human District.
He walked through the streets, having shifted back to his human form to blend in. He was looking for the apartment his grandfather left him, but the old man had been a "riddle-master," giving him no address, just the name: "The Demi-Human Apartment."
He approached a burly man with curved horns—a Forte (Bovine) Demi-Human.
Excuse me, Alistair typed on his phone. I'm looking for an apartment left to me by a deceased relative. He said it has no manager, only an 'Acting Manager.'
"No manager? Only a surrogate?" The man scratched his chin. "All the buildings in this outer district have official managers. If it's run by a surrogate, it's probably deeper in the city, in the gray zones."
He leaned in closer. "Word of advice, kid. Watch out for the Lupo (Wolf) syndicates in the inner wards. The real mobsters wear black suits with a silver wolf-head pin. They have rules. The 'wannabes' just wear black and try to rob people. If you see the pin, show respect. If you don't, break their legs."
Alistair thanked him and moved deeper into the city.