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[center][h3]Izrah[/h3][/center]

Izrah wandered the streets in the depths of the hive for hours, and only had to run from a group of gangers once. However he did notice that he got many strange looks and quiet chats from most of the people he passed by. The implants in his head he presumed, he noticed very little cbernetics down here apart from a few incredibly crude appendage replacements on men that where presumably upper gang management. The attention he was getting started to unnerve him, rumors would circulate and any inquisitor worth his salt would pick up on it eventually. He needed to get off the street. 

Izrah found a bar, it was a... quaint little establishment filled with haggard looking people who where drinking some vile looking concoction. However it was much quieter a place than he was expecting, although most of the crowd being at least double his own age. However there where a few who didnt appear to be local and where much younger than the rest, but they seemed to be uninterested in him. The establishment looking to be adequate to lay low for a while. He found a table in the rear of the room, mostly away from most people that was only dimly lit by a flickering candle. Izrah sat at the table with his hood drawn up to shroud his features and pushed the candle to the far end of the table, trying to be inconspicuous. Unfortunately he was not trained in stealth or infiltration and was rather obviously trying not to be seen. 

Most of the Patrons took notice, though most of them did not give a second thought to him as they had seen plenty of people from off world or the upper parts of the hive try to hide in the depths of a hive. A few did make comment, one however caught Izrah's attention briefly ([@Eisenhorn]). He wasnt sure why, he wasn't much different from some of the other mercenary types. Izrah couldnt place why this man snagged his attention and it began to annoy him, he started staring at him intently though his face was still shrouded by shadow he made no efforts to disguise his study.