"Deadbeat Cafe," Freeport 6 Bar and Grill

[Cmdr. Blaine Chara]

Matok was caught up on his paperwork and looking to mingle with patrons and staff. As he walked about the Cafe in his robes, he carried a mug of his beloved Blood Wine. He greeted a passing Bretonian trader who was sitting over a hot meal.
"It's my favorite stop," he said, "always some good food, good wine, good conversation if I want it and if I'm too tired to press on, a room is always available. Keep up the good hospitality, Sir." With a look of approval, Matok gave the man a pat on the shoulder and moved on.

He was old but not hard of hearing. The couple near the wall spoke quietly. He paid little mind to them. "Cardamine" he thought to himself without moving his mouth, "why humans need that stuff.." He walked back towards the bartender for a refill and made small talk.
"Any news on Gallic patrols?" he asked quietly.
"Nothing you don't already know," he answered as he poured the drink, "Word is they're vamping up their offensives though. I'll be curious what it does here."
"Hopefully nothing," the large warrior answered, "but I doubt it will be nothing."
With that, he stood at a window looking out into the asteroids, watching ships pass as he stood enjoying his drink.

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