The creation of CTR

[Fuski]

Wearing a hood as he walks out of the light, He's tall, wears a trench coat with a patch that says "Hodor". Walks with a limp and sounds scruffy in ways of an older man that's done too much Synthetic in his day. He raises up his glass, clearly coffe but smells feintly of Cardamine, and takes a sip of it.

"I know people too trader. We know Hodor. In Hodor we trust. These Hodor people you could befriend, or, will blow your ship without thinking twice." Matt and Mike look at each other, almost threatened by the man's verbal account of this "Hodor". They look back at the man as the nav-watch rings on Mike's wrist.

"My apologies Mr... Uhh.. Erm... Hodor fan. Whoever that is. But I must take this call. It's DSE."

"DSE you say?" Says the man in the hooded coat, taking another sip of his cardamine laced coffee, "Good clients of ours. Great... Revenue...", as he chuckles under his breath.

"Excuse me, err, What was your name again?" Matt asks in question grabbing Mike's shoulder. "I never said it. But my name is not important. What is important... Is Hodor."

Matt looks at him in confusion and disgust as the hooded figure sips more of his cardamine coffee, swallowing it in sips from behind his mangled, stained, and broken teeth. "By Shiva Matt, Either come with me or let me go! This is important!"

Mike and Matt stagger with a powerwalk down the hall of the bar to a private room where they answer the call...