Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

"Ya know..." Lucendez turns around from the bar, quietly sipping his ale throughout the entire debacle. Lucendez lazily walked over to where Ares stood, returning his baneful stare with a smile and a spark in his step.

"Barking out orders in a pirate's pub and then criticizing a brother's kill as "unimpressive" doesn't seem like the kind of ... diplomacy, thats the word! I wouldn't expect that kind of diplomacy from a member of the Revolutionary Army. Nobody's disrespecting you, mate." Lucendez skipped over to the bartender's position.
"An ale for me and whatever my SCRA friend wants," he turns to Ares, "what'll it be? Remember the enemy is out there, we're in here."

"Or ..." Lucendez took a coin out from his pocket and sleepily rolled it between his fingers "you can act like the king of your own planet, none of the kids in the playground like that kind of game, 'comprende'?" Making it clear Luc is making fun of Pedro's expression.

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair