Lucas was already well into his third mug of whatever was in the keg before he'd realized what he was doing. He didn't need to drink to fit in with a group of lowlifes in a shady bar but habit had taken over. Finishing the drink, he overturned the mug and slapped it down onto the table. Less than willing to cut into the group of conversing women, he turned to the only person that he had spoken to.

"So Gideon, how do you fight? The only other Ferromancer that I've had the fortune to meet preferred to throw cannonballs around." It was more like misfortune as the other party had been sabotaging a factory and the resulting fight had caused an excessive amount of damage. "How about we go outside and throw some punches?"