Under the Hammer's Shadow

[Mark_Brown]

Jean walks into the bar and see's the waiter taking orders
"I'll take a coffee, if that's okay"
As Jean scans the bar he see's the table with people surrounding, he checks his watch for the time then proceeds to walk to the table
Hi, excuse me. You don't happen to be looking for freelancers for erh, additional work? I have a set of skills that could be exclusive to you.

[Groshyr]

Fomin just opened his mouth to answer when he was interrupted by some newcomer. He glanced at this man and took thought for a few seconds. The decision was made, and after a brief hesitation, Anton answered:

"Well, hello, freelancer. Perhaps you interested us, but introduce yourself properly, and I'll say did you make us interested or not." With a brief gesture, he invited a man to take a seat.

[Mark_Brown]

Jean nod's his head as the waiter returns with the coffee, sits the coffee down and heads back towards the bar
"Usually I normally ask who you guys are, identity privilege and all. But you guys seem too cued up to stand firm "
Jean looks around the room, before moving slightly closer
"Back in the day, I used to work for houses for profit. Now means turn to something else. I'm looking for a significant group that'll show me the way.. If you get what I'm saying that is.
Jean winks, grabs his cup and begins drinking his brew

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[Groshyr]

"I prefer to talk straight, without playing charades," Anton's voice was calm, while the owner was exactly the opposite. Freelancer's self-confidence and lack of respect were pissing Fomin off – the proud ex-Coalitioner glanced on the wanderer with steel in his eyes. "And I prefer to know at least the name of the person I'm talking with. Therefore, introduce yourself, or our possible cooperation shall end before even started."

[Mark_Brown]

Jean noticing the impatience gathering. Noticed an improved motion to engage and sell himself.
"Apologies, my name is Jean. Jean Harding to be exact. I come as an independent Freelancer, ex mercenary. "
Jean put's his empty coffee cup on the table.
"My skills range from close assault, escorting, evasive missions oh and that of transportation. I'm mearly wondering if you have any work that you could endulge me on. Who do you work for?".
Jean smiles as he knew at that point.. This is it... Cards on the table. Am I in or out....

[TheShooter36]

"We work for ourselves." Rasim curtly answered the Freelancer and glanced at Anton briefly. "Jean Harding. Must be Gallic in origin." Just as he was about to speak more, the waiter arrived and caused an interruption. He gave Rasim a glass of beer and Anton a cup of coffee. Rasim used that moment to think about the freelancer's skillset. Some would be wasted for majority of the time, Rasim concluded, yet he could be useful as rest of his skills were not entirely useless. Despite all that, he needed more background."Interesting combination of skills. However I am more interested about your background. Have you been to Taus for more than using the region as a gateway to houses?"

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[Lemon]

:::The tall, muscular man's blistered working class hands reach for his fifth beer, as his quiet mumbling can be heard under his rugged beard:::

Mine mine mine, haul haul haul, just defend...sometimes...pathetic, avoid them, run, defend only, damn sickness, weak sickness it is.

:::He realizes he spoke loud enough for the strangers to hear him, started staring into his beer and while the audible mumbling was gone, you could clearly still see his lips moving, silently, yet angrily:::

[TheShooter36]

Rasim heard the stranger's mumbling. It was obvious this fellow miner was angry at something. He stood up from his table and went next to the stranger. "Merhaba, friend." He said and took the chair next to the bothered miner. "I see something bothers you. You said something about running, avoiding someone. Who?" He asked the man.

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