Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Wingnut]

A not so tall but broad-shouldered figure enters the bar puffing on a cigar and adding to the thick cloud of smoke already clinging to the ceiling. Glancing over at the two pilots in the corner and then to the crowd of people gathering around a table at the far end of the room Moore tugs at his thick, red beard and takes another pull off his cigar.

The rather shapely woman he had seen enter ahead of him is seating herself at the table beside a small girl. Ares, Lucendez, Farquar, and Montoya are also there.

"Strange," Les thinks to himself scratching his bald head, "but stranger still is Ashton with rubber gloves and a face mask."

Moore suppresses a chuckle as he makes his way to the bar.

"Barkeep, a bottle of whiskey and a glass."

As he pours himself a glass of good Bretonian whiskey, taken on a raid yesterday, Moore leans back against the bar to watch.