Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Daerune]

With the tank bumped it was as if his motor came alive as he regained movement having not moved for a small while being preoccupied with other things he'd have become disinterested in the Osiris napping, He was sure they had been over this already but alas... it seems that a certain some one was rather persistent so he had just tuned out a short sigh escaping his lips from the contact but the voice peeked his interest as did the name.

'Far from home are you not Mademoiselle Estelle.' He spoke boldly and with a voice masker making his voice sound as if he were a middle aged man.

He tilted his head towards her the eye optics glowing a dull brass as it took a picture of her in a scene or rather the metal tin can hovering over her shoulder. then looked to Sarah. 'I believe we went over this entire argument, it is the same one I showed you I believe. The risk is unfavorable.' He waved his hand dismissively at any argument she might present to his opinion as he looked across the group.

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