Kirkwall 819AS

[Shagohad]

His eyes darted to the box of cigars, taking one and holding it up. "Shame about this mask. I would be chain smoking cigarettes, but I think I am being too nervous with this environment..." He raised the mask, taking a whiff of the cigar before lowering it again. "I will save it for later, though."

The abrupt cry of pain, anger, and the stressful fracture of a table caught a rather interested look from him. "If that is his main enemy, then the man lives a very relaxed life. Or he harbors true hatred towards something else." The mask was raised to take a sip of whiskey.

"As for a path?" He replied in the same tone, "What other path is there other than survival? Sure, for every Maquisard that dies, well over hundreds of Gallic people go with them, but we still lose a Maquisard. Those numbers are pretty dismal as of late. We need security and safety in a location that has no time to worry about us. What are a couple more ships flying about in such a hectic area? You're too busy fighting with the Miners to worry about us."

His chair was tipped back and his legs brought up to rest his steel-toed boots on the table. Gently, he began rocking back and forth, closing his eyes as he simply relaxed.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"