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	They say you can judge a man’s character by the company he surrounds himself with. If that was the case then Lewis was practically a ghost, invisible to the rest of the tavern. For all his efforts, Lewis never really got much from it. He was no famous, wealthy Bargain Hunter who had a legion of brave veterans in the finest armor with a herd of maidens and bards who chased after them, wanting to get closer and turn their ever whisper into tales of legend. As one of such famous groups party on the other side of the tavern, Lewis just grunted into his drink, jealously undeniable in his eyes that darted from side to side looking for danger.

	A gang of rather unpleasant fellows had been hunting Lewis down in these part for the past few days for some stupid reason, foolish really. Quite an overreaction to Lewis, all he did was sleep with a Wallord’s daughter. Damn warlords need to learn how to take things in stride, wasn’t like he forced himself on her but idiots will be idiots. Could have been worse. At least it was him, a well-dressed and mannered man of House Nike and not some Nevergro or something. Fixing his hood and cloak, Lewis’s eyes affixed themselves to the door of the tavern, tracking every slight ding and swooshing open of the handmade doors. This place used to be a Feasting Court for the obese Ambulcatorii before the likes of Prince Oliver the Twisted and his retinue of Suburban Knights slaughtered them to a man and attempted to set up their own kingdom, only to leave in a frustrated rage when they failed to build anything to their liking. Since then, its become a haven for outcasts, bandits, adventurers and of course, Bargain Hunters.

	But a few hours ago Lewis had put up a bold poster calling for “brave, courageous adventurers” who were “seeking fame and glory” in his most “famed and fortunate company”. Even though he knew his name carried little prestige behind it, the veteran Bargain Hunter hoped that it would at least attract some people. A company of greenhorn jackasses make good meat shields if nothing else provided they fell for Lewis’s bullshit. Waving a hand for another round of Bratenbarry’s Brew of Berry, the man’s wait continued. He wasn’t a lightweight and had time to kill before (hopefully) netting some results. Besides, the berry brew actually tasted okay and Lewis was sure it wasn’t made with piss.

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[quote=Clocku the GM and Supreme Leader of Best Korea][i][u][b]OOC NOTES: [/b][/u]
Welcome to the Wal-World IC!
This first part is the obligatory “everyone gather together” segment for everyone to meet up and stuff. 
Actual progression won’t be happening just yet but when it does, I assure you it’ll be fast. 
Feel free to puppet Lewis a little bit if you want him to respond to your character’s greeting or something like that.[/i]
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