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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
Frixion Prime[/color][/center]

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Rave's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she spoke of her teacher, but he didn't pry, stopping outside the bar and listening to her. Then her tone changed as food became mentioned and he frowned. [color=SteelBlue][i]Serve? Apparently being a decent person doesn't exist where she's from.[/i][/color] Rave beckoned her inside and waited until they were seated to speak, indicating he'd take some whiskey to the bar tender. [color=SteelBlue]"Look, I don't know if the concept of just doing something to be nice is familiar to you, but that's what this is. Order some food, a drink if you're up to it, and let me worry about paying. Thanks to the Dominion back home, money isn't exactly an issue for me. Or, won't be until I manage to tick off someone important in accounting anyways."[/color] With that said, Rave began perusing the thoughts of the surrounding patrons.

In his time on the run back in the Koprulu Sector, such searches had turned up bounty jobs that had kept him fed, revenge opportunities to punish a former Confederate who'd been involved in the atrocities he'd committed before joining the Sons of Korhal, and helped him dodge Ghosts on the hunt for him, since they had a habit of leaving quite the impression on those they questioned. Here, it informed him that a hustle had failed after one of the hustlers had left, that the hustler who'd left had left with the son a an arms dealer who was now in prison, and the second hustler had left after a heavily armed and augmented lizard person, called a Sykrott after some additional digging was done, went after a red-haired man with a dog. He sighed, taking the name and appearance of the arms dealer before retreating to his own mind with a sigh. [color=SteelBlue]"Seems we missed quite the party earlier."[/color]