An Offer One Can't Refuse

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- Oh forgive me for my lack of manners. I haven't introduced myself. Rodrigo Alavera, bucaneer of The Black Sails and member of the corsair council of elders. Si Si, I know, I don't look very old for the last job, but word Elder shoudln't necessery mean that I must be some old fart with a stick.

With the last words all his Bretonish like manners were blown off in a moment. But he never carried for manners much. Nor there was need for them. For him most important is to always act respectful. Even if he didn't respect that person. But form how it's done, never bugged Alavera's mind.

- Now it would be strange for a mercinary just to chill at one of these hellholes. I suppose you came here for more than just a mug full of brown liquid, which makes you stupid while drinking it. Alltought it might help you to blend with this place. Say 8 mugs and you would almost feel like home....

Alavera cracked a smile, but soon he realised that his joke was a fail right from the beggining. Soon after that pirate changed his tone and face mimics to more seriuos one.

- I'll be one who takes your ship. Claymore to be more specific. Now we all know that in this world you won't even get a punch for mare "Thanks". What's your price?

Rodrigo rised his eyebrow looking at the mercinary standing in front of him for second. But just in a blink of time he turned to bartender with that very same smile he had approuched Gullveig:

- Pour me a glass of tequila, hermano. And make sure that lemons are fresh this time!

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Omega Pirates Guild

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