Pulse Club || Maleth Acropolis, Malta

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While Hussaini was enjoying his drink, after a minute, he heard a beep from his PDA. "I'm on my way to Malta already, I'll see you there in around 10. Don't get too drunk before I arrive, alright?" was what Nomak sent him.

About 10 minutes later, Nomak arrived at the club. He greeted with the guards that were standing around the door and were chatting with few other individuals, and he then headed for the bar. He approached near Hussaini, and he looked at the bartender, without any word. The bartender returned with the same expression, that was neutral. He nodded slowly as he took out two smaller glasses and filled them with some drink that had a golden color.

They both took a shot, and they both reacted to burning sensation that they felt at the moment. It was intense, it was like fire in their throats. They called it Dragon's Spit, and it was something that Samarrans brought with them as they were escaping from there.

"Very good. Another, please" - Nomak said as he lighted up his cigarette. - "Good to see you back, Overlord. I heard that the operations in South were successful" - the bartender replied as he filled the glass and returned to his work around the bar. Nomak then turned to Hussaini with the tired but happy look and asked: "How are you, brother?"