"Ill take your oldest wine if you please" He pulled his hat over his eyes and twiddled with his glasses. He was nervous, he never did like places like these, they always ended with him running or cutting someone balls off. He hated the things he had done, the things he was going to to do. And worse of all the things he will do in the future. He is still torn with the screams of the children stuck in the building. For years he has been flying his airship and peddling his steam-bike. He was a living fossil of what the life used to be like. A kicking shell of every-man he had ever met, everyone he had met who had died for the best reasons and worse. All his friends who fought beside him... They all live through him.

Watching the man poof off wasnt unsusual, he lived in strange times. The problem was, he never finished his drink. He was in such a hurry like him that he must have been looking for something. Without looking he asked a open question "So has the Iron League came by?"