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If @wernher doesn't reply, I could edit my CS and say Ekrom owns a small frigate, where he runs a small mercenary band?
@Snarfulblast

Dimitri looked at the man sideways, figuring his luck had finally ran out and a lunatic was sitting at this counter. "Right... well, I'll leave you to your whiskey and memories, sir." With that, he turned his back to deposit the man's money into his lock box. Dimitri was very cautious when it came to his profits, his very life blood. He hoped to retire when his parts were outdated and he was old and graying. He couldn't do that if he was known as an easy target.
Dimitri hoped no trouble would come from the mysterious man, who seemed to be involved in business he didn't want his business paired with. Yet, the man made no trouble and was remarkably better behaved than the irascible gnome. Addressing his miniature customer, "I aim to please, sir. I'm glad you enjoy it." Dimitri said with a self-satisfied half smile, before leaving the two drinking companions to chat as he moved down the counter. Soon it was spotless and the dark mahogany could nearly be used as a mirror, if one wished. Turning to FM, "Dangerous work, that. Young men like you should learn to get out before you get hurt."
Dimitri released the glass when the newcomer offered to pay for it. "It's an expensive liquor sir, but not a large amount, like your jug there. Five gold coins." When the strange noises started emanating from the small man, the barkeep raised one confused eyebrow, but that was the extent of his reaction. Was the gnome also mechanically enhanced? Why didn't he choose to get longer legs, making stools less of a challenge? That was none of his business however and went back to wiping the counter. His watchful eye never left FM though, expecting payment.
Anthony had just woken from a small power nap towards the end of the briefing. The V-Tol was smoother than any airship he'd ever toured on and it lulled him to sleep quicker than any lullaby. He stretched luxuriously before smiling at his comrades, eager to begin the mission, and the pay off. Slapping his lean stomach a few times, the young Italiano popped to his feet and grabbed at one of the nylon hand-loops near the airlock. "Understood," he responded to Baskerville, a habit he'd yet to kick. He jumped up and down, shaking out his limbs to warm up for the hell to come.

"Just infiltrate a cartel compound, identify one man out of dozens, if not hundred or more people, and get out before everything goes FUBAR... Yea, just a regular day for the Devils, eh?" Anthony asked to no one in particular. This was just his own quirk, a way to work off the pre-deployment jitters. Pulling his cross from underneath his tactical gear, Specter kissed it, said his prayer and tucked it away. Whatever was out there for them, he was sure the team could handle it. They had some real seasoned types on this one and all were extremely lethal. The sniper couldn't ask for a better set of people if he tried.

Now they were on the ground in enemy territory with dense undergrowth. Throw in some of the most poisonous insects and snakes, a few apex predators, and all of those nasty surprises groups like the cartel liked to leave in the jungle, this was going to be one damn tense assignment. Specter activated his thermal imaging, his allies lighting up like Christmas trees. He tagged them with a mental command and they let off a light pulse, a marker for Specter's friendlies.

He dropped to a knee and drew his silenced sidearm. The element of surprise was the Devils' saving grace and he sure as shit wouldn't be the one to break the silence. He took position 45 degrees to Jackal's right side, he securing his sector of the perimeter and waited for Claymore's game plan. "Don't be loud, that's all I'm gonna say. I don't know about you, but I wanna enjoy this payday on mother earth, not up there with the angels and the Big Guy." Looking up, Specter raised the hand, two fingers extended, supporting his grip on his pistol briefly. "No offense, bless you." Then the loudmouth Italiano was back to business, scanning the trees and bushes for signs of life, other than the animali.

"Hey Jackal, does it feel like back home, amico?" Specter quipped, trying to get his friend's read on the situation.
Cool cool, just making sure since I hadn't seen a response to the group PM. ^-^
@Snarfulblast
Dimitri raised an eye at the man's ostentatious display of his wealth, but didn't argue with the man. Putting away the Moon-beam, he produced a pint and a half mug, filling it until a quarter way was left with a massive jug of Dwarven whiskey. He left the jug on the counter for FM to use at his discretion. If this man proved to be trouble and not able to handle his drink, Dimitri was ready. Underneath was a sawn-off shotgun, enchanted to break through any magical defense and sustained wounds. He gave a look to a nearby table of off-duty guards, who gave him a reassuring nod.

"Dwarven whiskey, sir. Enjoy," Dimitri answered, dipping his head slightly. "What brings you to my bar, of all places, sir?" He swiped the two bags with a quickness of hand that belied his stately posture. The gold had disappeared as quickly as it had been put down, tucked into the man's apron pockets. Grabbing a different rag, Dimitri applied a small amount of soap and water. He began to slowly wipe down the counter in small circular motions, starting at the end where the gnome and newcomer sat.
@Hellis
Have you heard back from the others that submitted characters, other than Jbcool and myself? o.o I hope they didn't bail, I was looking forward to this!
@The Slenderman

Titan looked up as a tinny clack resounded on a nearby window. His eyes moved to the direction, taking in the whole of the view it allowed. Up above was the swordsman. Why had the man followed Rafael? This confused him, but not as much as the squad of guards that were making fast to the tavern's door. Now what would they want with him? They had to have been informed of Titan's special status, his immunity in this and many regions well known. If they hoped to take him into custody, they were fools. Titan didn't suffer fools. He finished his drink and placed his napkin upon his plate, signaling to the waitress that he had finished.

He stood slowly as the tavern door was opened forcibly, banging against the wall and making many of the customers jump. He waited patiently for the guards to reveal their purpose.



@Ebil Bunny

Dimitri chuckled at the small creature's gall. This was a well-known place for a bit of peace from the bustle of the busy city for these folk. The gnome was disturbing it, but respected Dimitri's policies and rules to make trouble.

"I'm afraid they don't appreciate those that don't recognize that honey will attract more bees than salt. Wouldn't you say, sir?" Dimitri's tone was jesting and he pulled a small glass from under the counter. He poured out a slightly glowing liquid into the container, which surprised a few of the regulars at the counter. They didn't often see the magical drink in the establishment, but Dimitri was sure his new customer could handle its potent effects.

"Three fingers of Moon-beam. It's a faerie alcohol, made with berries, fermented honey, and a dash of their own magical hops and yeast. I hear magical folk such as you are quite fond of the drink." Dimitri slid the glass over to the gnome, keeping a firm grip. "One of my policies, money up front for new customers, sir. It deters drinking and dashing." His tone was still as polite as ever, but an undertone of steel brooked no argument. He gave a small smile to cut the bite from his demand.
Oh no you gotta beat him in unarmed combat for that.


What about a fiddle-playing contest?
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