An Offer One Can't Refuse

[... kur nubėgo?]

He took the final step from the stairhall and opened the door to the main bar room. Rodrigo never liked this place, too much of drankards, braggers, maniacs, all sorts of opportunists. Perhaps becouse it was way too similiar to the bars junkers has at their depots. Same farts, smells, dirt, obscenely talks, swears and vomit. And even worse, this place was filled by all kinds of hard arse pirates. Which means there is no loosers to spit on, put blame on or throw bottles at. Could it be thats one of the reason Black Sails has slaves in their ranks?

He wondered a bit looking for a stanger. Someone who doesn't blend in this hellhole that much like the others.. Yes. And that was true, fellows with fancy armors never had a chance to look like rest of the drunkards.

Bucaneer was getting closer to the misft step by step. Without a hurry and with gentle smile which was so natural to him. He always smiles to new people. 'Nagionations is sweet talking while keeping the mace behind the back ready'.. that's one of the principals he was fallowing. Behind that fraudulent smile Rodrigo was hiding dissatisfaction. Alavera never liked mercinaries. Most likely becouse they had too much in common. Profit over morality.

Then he was close enough, Rodrigo poked misfit's shoulder and leaned for a handshake:
- Gullveig?

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