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[Color=teal]Neurotic cook. Reckless knife fighter. Paranoid merchant.[/color][/center]

Nyx perks up at the mention of a crew and the possibility of adventure; that is, until she sees who made the offer. She smiles in faux politeness at the lady who had come up. "Excuse me, but I have to ask you to take your business elsewhere. As it is, you have rendered four of my customers unconscious and, in a desperate bid to keep the conscious ones tempered," she gestures to the men at the table. "I've had to give them dishes that would otherwise have gone to waste due to your actions. The only thing I hate more than giving away food, is wasting it. Now if you'll excuse me, these patient gentlemen have requested drinks, and seeing as how the rest of the staff are cowering in fear, I must play bartender as well." Nyx turns back to the duo, pulling out a small box of cigars and setting it down. "What would you like to drink, Mr. Marxo, Mr. Nabil?"