Royal Edge Bar and Grill (Must be at Least Friendly to GRN to Partake)

[Lythrilux]

Planet New Orleans

Cheers and chatter filled the large wooden hall. Beams of wood propped up the majestic painted ceiling that was illuminated by golden chandeliers hanging underneath. The rustic, archaic furniture was complemented by Gallic motifs of art which were equally distributed throughout the hall. The smell of good food and alcohol permeated the air.

The Royal Edge est. 714 A.G.S was a favourite recreational spot for those within the Gallic Royal Navy. As well as it's meat being famed throughout the Kingdom, the Royal Edge was known to serve some of the best wine in Gallia.

You walk through the entrance.

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Luc LeMarsh snuffed his cigarette before throwing it into the rubbish as he stepped through the entrance to the Royal Edge. He popped his coat collar, attempting to obscure his Gallic Junker Familia tattoo on his neck. He shuffled over towards a lone table, trying not to draw attention to himself, and sat down. He quickly scanned the room. In the corner of his eye, he could see several GRN pilots looking at him menacingly. He made sure not to make eye contact, before absorbing himself in the menu.

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