Stokes Station Bar and Information Exchange

[Euca]

Aube chuckled somewhat at the man's sophisticated tone. The name was certainly not Gallic, but it didn't matter, names are just names after all. He took a moment to take in the information, grabbing the interview by the reigns again.

"Monsieur Cliffton, I admire your way of ignoring smaller things, such as names. Really, it's quite intelligent and makes you look mature!" Aube took another sip of his wine, the foul war-front taste being apparent. He put down the glass again.

"Mhm, I just so happen to have much of the information in my hands right here! Sharp, clever, intelligent! Well, I guess I'll begin some of the questions then.

Monsieur, tell me, what were you before this job? A lone ranger? A independent bad boy? A curious locksmith? Please, do tell!"

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