“Hey, thought I’d let you know we’re just a few minutes from our destination!”. A voice exclaims over a loudspeaker. A man with medium length hair sits in a sleek trench coat, shuffling a deck of cards in between his hands.
“50..51..52..”
A glow shines from every card that the man touches as he counts each one with a very particular awareness of each card in his hand. As the voice comes over the loudspeaker, the man stops shuffling his cards, and stands to his feet, revealing a compact Bo-Staff. “Perfect timing.” Cassidy whispers to himself, as he stashes his cards in a pouch on his belt, and places one hand on his Bo-Staff, as to make sure he is battle ready.
Walking at a steady pace toward the doorway, Cassidy sizes up his soon to be comrades. No stranger to reading people in a quick manner at the card table, Cassidy can make a quick judgement about his fellow Mercs. Body language says more than words, most of the time. Nonetheless, Cassidy is focused on other things - his payout. All he has to do is make it through this mission, and he’ll likely never see these kids again. Though he realizes he has seen, or heard of, at least a couple of these kids before now.
Cassidy speaks in a soft tone as he approaches Freyja “Ah..I’ve heard about you. It’ll be interesting to see what you have to offer out there.”. Cassidy winks at Freyja as he continues walking. Passing by the others, there’s mention of shots at the bar. “Hey kid, how about you put a couple shots in the pot of my card table when we get out of here? You look like you can handle yourself.”. Cassidy places a hand on Cadenza’s shoulder as he strolls past. As Cassidy reaches the opening of the doorway, he stops to turn to his comrades.
“Who wants to place bets on what waits for us outside this airship? Cassidy let’s a slight grin cross his face as he surveys the room..
