Matok wore his off duty robe, carrying a goblet in his right hand as he made his end of the day rounds throughout Freeport 6. He noticed the man in the corner. He made a slow walk there as he nodded to the regulars he saw daily and the newcomer or two. Approaching the man, he stood off to his side, his huge, seven foot plus frame casting a shadow.
"Greetings, Sir," he stated plainly, "I see we have common taste in tables as I like a quiet corner myself quite often. I am Matok, administrator of this base. Have we met?"
He just stood, goblet in hand, waiting to see if he was looking for company or wished to be left alone.
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