It was altogether seedy. Of a sort Bartholomew would never have stepped foot in prior to his now depleted condition. Dark and dingy with oddments scattered here and there. Not exactly awash with valuable antiques or heirlooms other unfortunates of the same station in life had been forced to part with either. No, Playstations, Xboxes, games of all sorts adorned the walls. All sorts of other items that were of no use to Bartholomew in his present state or in any other previous state were scattered around. It spoke to him of human dross, that which inhabits the underbelly of society, a direct connection to the ways and means of people he had never thought about or cared about before. Yet, here he was, no better than they were. Hoping, as they had, to strike the best deal possible. Thankfully, by now, in just a short space of time, Bartholomew had learned a little of life to give some fortitude to his actions, some grit and determination to his dealings with the well-versed money lender. It wasn't as bad as he thought. As expected he was taken advantage of but had walked out with a small sum of money in his pocket nonetheless. Not only this, but the trade included both his jacket and shoes being exchanged for others of a lesser quality and price tag, unknowingly throwing off the pack of hounds on his tail. He now looked like one of many others, effectively merging with them with each step of the way, appearing to be just another inconsequential fish in an overcrowded sea, making his pursuers sniff altogether harder to pick up his now elusive and rapidly diminishing scent. Bartholomew was becoming who he desired to be at a pace that was hard to believe, and still he had little thought of home.