[center][color=a0410d][b]Eadoin Kyros[/b][/color][/center]

Eadoin raised his eyebrows slightly in a manner of impressed surprise. So the young [i]elf[/i], not a man, was truly the son of the Asgardian General occupying the city. He wasn't surprised that nobody had notified him beforehand, such a high profile person was not someone to parade around to every Tom and Harry who could tip off Daddy Quaid with the hopes of a reward for returning his son. He was surprised that the General had not made the search for Elijah more public, perhaps he was embarrassed that his own son was publicly defying him and shaming his otherwise stellar reputation and wanted to keep the whole affair as low-key as possible. Or maybe he didn't want anyone, say the Tan'Raga, getting an interest in Elijah and using him as leverage. After all, an ace is no good to anyone in a game of poker unless they understand its value. 

Though the bigger reason for Eadoin's surprise was Elijah's keen eyes and guess. He replied as he turned back to the liqour cabinet and returned to his browsing.

[color=a0410d]"Very good, Eli. Yes, I was formerly a member of The Reavers in Black, a Tyberian Mercenary Company led by Godric Jackdaw aboard his airship, [i]Raven[/i]. Ah, something to suit the occasion.[/color] Eadoin paused briefly as he settled on his choice, a Tyberian-branded Apple Whiskey, "Glenmorag", he had no idea what the distillery's status was in terms of workers, but they were known for their tasty and flavorful liquor. Bar Tenders in the more classier pubs liked it for mixes as much as straight drinks, and it was a favourite of his when he could afford it. Eadoin lifted the glass plug on the bottle and smelled it, smiling at the familiar aroma and began pouring out four glasses, before stopping mid-work and fixing four more for a total of eight, placing a couple cubes of ice in the glasses before pouring the whiskey over them. He talked as he worked.

[color=a0410d]"You may be more familiar with The Reavers as having a reputation as pirates, since that is what most nations and companies branded us as when we weren't in their employ, if they ever figured out it was us stealing their ships and goods to resell elsewhere, and not merely think we were deserters from another nation's army. We regularly changed flags and patches to keep up appearances. All in all, very harrowing work or very boring work depending on the day."[/color]

Having poured out the eight glasses, he resealed the bottle and placed it back in its place on the cabinet and multiple glasses between the fingers in each hand, he walked back to the round table, leaving only one filled glass by the cabinet. He glanced over at the others at the opposite end of the table, but kept his focus on Elijah.

[color=a0410d]"I served 8 years in The Reavers, then 2 as a Gat Man for the Tan'Raga here after Commander Jackdaw checked us out of the Mercenary game. We had spied a couple of your Zephyrs, nothing to boast of since we were many leagues off, but they'd terrified half of the hardened crew aboard as much as the revitalized Asgardian Navy that came shortly after them. So, we cut our losses rather than be drafted into what we guessed, correctly, was going to be a fool's errand in facing down Asgard if they made a move for Tyberia."[/color]

Eadoin then walked along the table and placed glasses down as he went along, ice cubes clinking against the glasses. One by Vrarok, one by Oscar, one by Selene, one Lyle, and then one by Elijah as he stopped and looked down at the elf, nearing the end of his speech.

[color=a0410d]"Many others might call us cowards, or traitors to our countrymen, but then only fools fight battles they know they cannot win, and many of those fools lie dead or broken as we speak. For myself, I'm out of employment with the Tan'Raga, and never really have found a liking for a slow and forgettable life after my stay with The Reavers, living as we did out in the open sky rewires your head, I guess. Besides, where am I gonna go when my best skills involve killing men from behind a gun, piloting ships, and keeping steam engines operating while still offering that same feeling? Asgard? The world'll burn before I do that."[/color]

Eadoin then looked over at Casimir, and walking past Elijah's seat, put the second last glass by the man before Eadoin returned to his original position by his bag, his own glass in his right hand. He just took a small sip from his drink and sighed contently at the smooth apple-infused taste. 

[color=a0410d]"That's my story anyway. Or at least, most that's worth knowing here, and I've talked more than I usually care to. I mostly hope I pegged you all right for drinks."[/color]

He then glanced over at Casimir and Vrarok.

[color=a0410d]"So, what of you two? My mechanic accomplice, and stout fellow?"[/color]