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[h3][color=#b28f00] Nabil.[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
[b]N[/b]abil leaned back in his chair and shrugged his shoulders at Marxo’s question. He had noticed them when they walked in but honestly hadn't cared enough to measure them up. Odd? he pondered. Were they odd because they were a fishman and a woman with pointed-ears? No, it was for sure the dangerous air they let off. The two of them were veterans of the sea. And it simply showed itself around them. 

[b]H[/b]ot air whirled from the ceiling fan above. The shack was filled with so many vagrants that their sweat, heat, had literally saturated the air. Nabil sighed with irritation next, his hand raising to rub his next in sync with the woman’s actions. 

[color=#b28f00][b] “S[/b]hit, they’ll be more trouble than they’re worth. That’s for damn sure,”[/color] he said indifferent, blinking while the table had slammed into the roof. 

[b]B[/b]ehind him the woman barked her challenge to the dumb oafs around Marxo and himself. When they felt the need to answer, the first was sent flying with a jaw-cracking blow. Nabil looked towards the fearful waitress in the dark corner, hiding from the chaos. The dirty scum occupying the shack charged forth to fight the obnoxious woman from before. He caught the maid attention with a small gesture before waving her over. Beckoning her to continue her duties admist the fight. 

[b]S[/b]he shook her head in defiance. 

[color=#b28f00][b] “D[/b]amned woman is too scared to delivered our food.”[/color]