[center][h1][color=#B4C1C9]Fyodor Strelnikov[/color][/h1][/center]

Fyodor regarded the silver that Wynvere had placed in front of him with an accepting nod. "That will do fine." Fyodor said. "You have my thanks." His attention was caught then by a Mercykiller meowing at a cat perched on the shoulders of the woman who had already been sitting at the bar. As confusing as the sight was, Fyodor did not watch the interaction for too long. It was rude to pry into matters that did not concern him, especially when they did concern an enemy of the Bleak Cabal.

Fyodor waited in silence for the bartender to finish up with her other customers. When she finally turned her attention to him, Fyodor opened his mouth to speak, but paused when he felt a familiar pat on his back. Fyodor looked to the source of the pat and met Ulgad's lopsided grin with a nod of greeting before returning his attention to the bartender. [color=#B4C1C9]"The four of us would like a pitcher of common wine and directions to the Wayfarer's portal to the gate-town of Ecstasy."[/color] Fyodor said as he slid the two silver pieces over to the bartender, maintaining eye contact with her at all times to avoid looking at the last coin he had brought with him from his homeland.