Raylen could barely contain himself. The look on Spencer's face was almost priceless. The frowning lips, inability to speak - everything was so comical to Raylen. He got some sort of twisted pleasure out of they way people reacted upon first seeing his companion. The giant of a man merely grunted in response to the repairman's stammering. He remained motionless and bored into the man with his cold black eyes.

Raylen stepped past his partner and up to the threshold under which Spencer stood, holding out his hand and producing a smile that showed no teeth, "Spencer Sarceaux, pleasure to meet again. My name is Lexa Deveraux. Don't fret too much over my friend here. I had one of my assistants leave an item with you for repair last week." Raylen's eyes twinkled under the moon's light. After first making eye contact with Spencer his eyes began to traverse the inside of the hut that stood behind the man. Crazy junk collector. No wonder he's the best, I imagine he's got some brain troubles too -- the best one's are always screwed up..

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Gilger chuckled to himself as he saw the barmaid's look of disgust when the Nako brushed her away like the dirty tramp she was. He liked it when people got what they had coming to them. She pranced on up to the bar and stared coldly at the Dwarva, "Wants whatever you got." A scowl that managed to revoke all possible beauty the woman had was etched upon her face, "gimme something he can't afford."

The Dwarva retrieved the untouched glass of expensive wine that Raylen's companion had left behind and placed it before the barmaid, "Give him this, and tell him it's on the house." His lips spread in a wide toothy grin as a look of defeat replaced the woman's scowl, "now run along and resume your whoring with my other patrons."

The barmaid snatched up the drink and moved her way over to the Nako's table again. On her way there she moved through a crowded intersection where a group of Lyzira were getting up and preparing to leave. While buried in the small crowd she took a brief moment to grab a small vial of a colourless, odorless substance she stored deep in her cleavage and add a few drops to the Nako's wine.

Upon emerging from the group the vial was already safely hidden away between her breasts. The drink didn't look a shade different than it had before she entered the group - none where the wiser to the deception. She strode over to the felines table and gently placed the drink before him, "S'on the house." Before the Nako could respond she was already moving towards the other side of the tavern.

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