[color=00aeef][b]Sherman Smith - New Vegas
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Sherman sat on the stool looking at his beer after having tasted it. It definitely was different than what he was used. These westerners had no idea how to brew a proper beer, thing taste like water to him. The heat was unbearable but at least the so called “beer” helped out in some way. He took a drag on his cigarette and waited for the governor to return from her meeting. 

He figured someone ought to stay back in case someone had any business with them, although he doubted as many of these western nations seemed unfamiliar with them. He removed his left glove and took out his brass knuckle. It was bugging him since he had it on for so long.

As he sat there he was approached by a man. He quickly grabbed the knuckles and put it in his pocket.  He didn’t know if the man had noticed it, but didn’t want all to know he had them with him in a Casino where he was supposed to have turned in all weapons.  

He looked at the man that approached him. “Mr. Smith, isn’t it? I’m Alexander Suttbray, of House Suttbray,” he paused with a slight smile. 

Sherman nodded and extended his arm and shook his, “Oh yes, from the trading nation. Your people have trading station down in Philly.”

“I would like to extend to you a dinner invitation, as it seems you long for food and drink” he gestured towards the man’s beer. “My fellow delegate, Mr. Hemingway, would love to have you at his table at the Tops at eight tonight. He wishes to discuss with you matters of a certain import, and perhaps share a drink or two.”

Sherman shook his head in approval, “That sounds mighty fine. I know your nation is currently trading under certain trade restrictions with us. I believe we might want to come to a deal and ease such restrictions.” Sherman grabbed his hat and bid his farewell as he put it on. 

As he stepped out of the Ultra-Luxe he put on his brass knuckles and covered his hand with his black leather gloves. He walked on over to the Tops, and headed for where the meeting was taking place. He took a seat at the table and ordered a steak with corn from the waiter. 

He listened to the pitch from the Bartholomew. He spoke of some sort of Alliance, a consortium of like minded nation. He asked for input from reps and Sherman spoke up, “I find this to be commendable, establishing an alliance of like minded nations. However, what would this alliance entail? I mean, our nation does not wish to involve itself in an unnecessary war with anyone at this moment. We have our own issues to deal with in our area.”

He paused for a bit, and removed his hat. He grabbed a small pouch from his belt. He grabbed contents and threw them on the table, “We are far more interested in trade gentlemen, trading this pure Pennsylvania high grade anthracite coal. No one but us can offer it after all, and we might be ready to expand its trade”