New Leeds Pool club - Floor 23, Floating District 178 - New London's orbit

[Croft]

*Clunk...Clunk...Clunk*

Several patrons of the Pool Club cast a shifty glance towards the door as a stocky balding man limped over the threshold, an ornate false leg landing heavily upon the bar room floor. Raleigh Lancaster stood for a moment to survey the club.

It was surprisingly well furnished for a junker bar, reminding him a lot of Scott's, the pool club he frequented as a young man. A fellow was trying to engage the barkeep in conversation over what looked to be a scrap of paper, he could only assume it'd been taken from the note strewn board opposite.
Passing over it for the time being Raleigh scanned the tables doing his best to avoid meeting any of the eyes glaring at him. He absent mindedly tapped his hand with the large roll of paper he'd just purchased, a set of blueprints in fact. What he wanted now was a nice bright table to study them on and a strong cup of tea. Luckily a free table in the far corner fit the bill nicely.

Raleigh limped over and set about pinning the document in place.

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