I Nyx VHF coasted into the bay of the Hannibal II, landing. Jumping from the cokcpit a moment later, a guy around 20-21 touched the deck in a predomiently black outfit. He was Torrin James, the pilot of the Bond of Flame , the Nyx, and Flamewalker, a Pytho.
Heading to the Gerousia Magon, the pilot slipped into the bar and sat down at the counter. He ordered a root beer.
"Nothing strong for you?"
"No. Never know when the 'cast will stop by."
The bartender nodded and served the drink.
Torrin took a drink and set it our, and did a quick sweep of the bar.