Karadin

[Stoat]

Karadin walked into one of the shadier bars on the lower levels of Freistadt base. It had been yet another hard day mining the Ebersfelde cloud, and he was knackered, sore and in need of a diversion. This was certainly the place to find that diversion. Folks from all walks sat at the bar or tables, talking, laughing, gambling, drinking and fondling the many "ladies" that wandered the area looking for work. He breathed deeply, and moved to the bar for a drink. Best to start the evening slowly.

Beer in hand, he scanned the many tables looking for a likely candidate. There were the usual suspects, mostly miners like himself, with a few escort pilots, bounty hunters, mercenaries, thieves, traders and body guards thrown in. His eyes settled on a card table seating a couple of miners he recognised, vaguely, and a stranger in an unusual brown uniform. He was sure he'd seen a few of them around over the past few months, and they'd certainly had plenty of money to throw around. There was even a spare chair at the table. Perfect.

"Evening lads," he said as he laid his hand on the back of the spare chair. "Mind if I join you?"

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