An Offer One Can't Refuse

[Gullveig]

'Every good man needs a rest' they say, Gullveig wasn't an exception. Although whether or not he was a 'good' man only depended on which side of his gun the one judging was. It was his habit from old days, to take a few days 'off' each month and just rest, and specially in these past few months, which were really stressful to say the least, he really needed a few days of just drinking and chilling.

Cadiz bar wasn't a really fancy place, but it was always fun to sit and have a chat with those he supposedly worked for, to know who he's pulling the trigger for, and where the money that he got for each blown up ship came from. Not like that made a difference, but it was still interesting for him to know the answer. It was just like any other day, drinking and chatting with random Corsairs or smugglers who dropped by to make time pass more quickly, but one thing he had learned in past year was to ignore the looks.

He knew he didn't really fit in with the rest of people in the bar, or even in the base, but he had learned to ignore them, just talk to those who he wants to talk to, or those who wanted to talk to him, and simply ignore the rest, like they were not there, even if they were pointing at him and whispering hispanic at each other. He didn't even notice the man walking toward him, he was just busy with his beer and chatting with the bartender, so when he felt a push on his shoulder he came to realize a man is standing right in front of him.

'Gullveig?'
First thing that came to his mind, was that man was one of the very few who pronounced his name right in first encounter, which was rather surprising for him, not many would do that, or even care enough to actually know how to address other person right, specially in a place like that. So, raising an eyebrow, he threw another glance at the man.

- "Ja, zat's me. Und you vill be...?"

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