A quiet, but noticeable bar sits on Omega, far away from the pounding music and flashing lights of Afterlife, this bar, known as Hergon's Dive, named after its Krogan owner. Roman Thornton was inside, in his usual armor, his shotgun clipped to the back, pistol holstered nearby, a small glass in his hand as he sat alone at a booth, one leg stretched out across to the other side. 

He hadn't said a single word since he had entered, but eyes of others that followed him when he entered said many. Years of hard, brutal work had allowed him to learn a lot just from a man's eyes. None of the looks he had gathered were ones hiding threat, they were all of curiosity. A pretty Asari bar maid had approached him before, offering him a drink which he had taken. Though he hadn't drank much of it, only very small sips every so often.

His mind was on the meeting that was supposed to be here, the strange messages offering 'massive' amounts of credits from a stranger messenger. He like the others who had been offered payment was told to be at this near silent bar. A small, but solid forward payment had been sent to him right after he accepted, which secured his interest. Roman glanced around briefly, taking in his surroundings, two behind the bar, an older Krogan watching an Asari bartender, two or three waitresses moving around the establishment, two human females, one Asari. 

He could count the number of patrons in the place on two hands, which he was actually glad about. A quiet place like this might spell well, louder places drew more attention and often contained wandering ears. He took another sip and waited for the others to arrive, he had been briefly told of each of them, they had likely been told of him. Part of him was eager to encounter them, the other nervous, though he would not ever admit to that.