"... The f'th'un maybe we call'm Zack'ry. Like that'n, I does. M'uncle was call Zack'ry. Bit of a toss, but, good name." Serigan continued, now, talking about what they might want to call Athena and his fouth child. He did not bother to stop her from going about her work, she was an organized sort, he liked that. Someone to cook the books was always needed when you were after putting together an organization. Sometimes the guards would roll around and start asking questions after all. Suits you well to have a pretty face there with the evil in her mind to cook up a grand tale of legitimate transactions and how to hide the real goods. The gang leader fell silent as two men came up to the counter. He did not slide out of their way, but, made no move to stop them. They were just after excitement and clips, just like him. A blind fella he had seen a few times. Looked dangerous though, in that kind of 'Ee'll break'er neck if'n'y touch me hound' way. He wondered if he could convince that fella to box with him some time. Wanted to see exactly how good a blind man could be in a fight. The other was your kind of standard merc lookin' fella. Tough as nails and mean as a ganger with a boot full of gravel. Another type he recognized and generally liked. He allowed them to conduct their business with Athena before he spoke again, "Wha'cha think 'bout Zack'ry? I-" he stopped when he heard a voice. It was the kind of voice he recognized. Was a bit pushy, commanding, hungry. His blue eyes turned to the side and settled on the soldier lookin' Killie that was walking up. Serigan smiled at the sight of her. She looked meaner than sin and tougher than an Ash Alley rat. Soldier type from her bearing, yet, here she was. Why? Why does anyone want to shack up with a crowd of old knives and young breakers? 'Cuz you like the life.

Sergian stepped away from the counter and have a quick salute with his weighted cane at the woman named Zhang. He didn't know her name of course, to Serigan she was just The Soldier Killie. He caught her eyes and gave her a quick wink before he spoke, "Name's Serigan, or Cuttah, if'n'y like. Y'e'er find y'self in need of a whiskey, seek ol'Cuttah out. We c'n 'ave ou'selves a fine talk 'bout t'future o'dis 'ole place, eh?" he stepped past he with a smile and a pointed rap of his cane's point on the hard floor and moved over to where the red hair Killie was swinging her ax around. 

He stepped up in front of her and unhooked the buckler from his belt and slid his hand around the metal grip. He flipped his cane around so the thin and unweighted tip of it was forward, like a mock sword. " 'Alf speed, eh?" he suggested before squaring off with her. "Sorry'nout all that blathah I toss'd at'ye and that Pascal fella. I spoke'out respect, I did, not 'gon 'apped again, eh?" he gave her a quick smile before exchanging a few mock rounds of blocks and parries with her, waiting for Pascal to arrive. 

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