Augustas had his doubts about this city and it seemed he may of been right. The low population was nothing like the big cities he was use too and the crime rates are a fraction. Was it even worth driving all this way? Theres no battle to be won here, and theres no money to be made. But the old man said he had a gut feeling and he'd kick my ass if I didnt check it out.
Augustas pulls his Harley in front of elysium and shuts off the engine. As the 7' 8" man stands the bikes springs let out a creak. Wiping the road dirt from his leather jacket and jeans. Adjusting his sunglasses, Augustas heads inside.
Looking around the room Augustas eyes a few key people. If there was one thing the old man taught him, it was that everything is a threat. The kid could try and play at your heart, be cold. The chick with the nurse looks nuts, always unpredictable. The guy in the coat is packin a blade, take him out before he draws it. And then there was the prince, Augustus watches the guards, always a challenge.
Pulling out a chair Augustus sits, he leans back and puts his feet on the table, dirt flaking off onto the smooth surface. When the help give him dirty looks he just smiles a big fang filled grin at them. He listens to the introductions. First up is the nut job, obviously a Malk, those suckers always make me laugh. He chuckles at the prince being called a fish. Then came the Swordsman. Augustus mumbles. "Another run of the mill...... wait... Assamite." He grins as his muscles tighten. He has never fought an assamite before. Then came the child. Another assamite! This city just got a whole lot more interesting.
Finally his time had come. Clearing his throat he shouts "The names Augustas Crow of clan Bru jah! And Im here because you need me! Soon enough the Sabot WILL show up! And when they do.." He grins. "..Your gonna need an exterminator to deal with the pest problem!"