"The jackal who lurks in the shadows", "The black dog who deals in gold", "Black Market Artifacts"... For you, a fighter of the resistance against the mega-corporations of the sprawling metropolis, this sounds like a fine ally to have. So you enter his turf, and are immediately greeted by his sight: a large, buff black jackal, wearing black streetwear with gold accents on it

"Hey. Wanna... buy somethin' good?" He says, in a hushed, almost seductive voice, as he slowly opens his varsity jacket, revealing the insides lined with various artifacts, all shimmering gold and jewels, while exposing his broad, muscular chest and abs. On them, a large tatoo of an ankh, cultural symbol of his desert home. "Go on, have a look, man~" He says, flexing his muscles "I only have the gooooood stuff, heh."