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For his part, Edward mostly stood around slack jawed as he was moved by his good ‘friend’ from that lab to the streets and now a Pub. It wasn’t really up to the Transcendent to say what was on his mind, mostly because his gut was speaking for him every chance it got, yet he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the proclamation made by the Reaper. Sure they could find food here, and for Edward’s sake a strong enough stool because those wooden ones made for a human weren't going to give him proper support. Still after ducking to avoid getting his head caved in by the force of which he was moved into this poor smelling establishment he gave pause.

It smelled like the sulfur mines to the north of the Wastelands, if he was being nice at least. As for the occupants well, they were the rift raft of the working class. Seems they came here to spend coin on food, entertainment, and drink to slate off the fact they were the working poor. How someone like the reaper had a line of credit here was beyond his understanding but he could make some connections considering the condition of things.

Still slouched over he moved over to the bar, more or less leaving Ravadon by himself to speak aloud and boost his own ego a little more. Fool was going to get himself killed with that mouth. Looking to the bartender, keeping his mouth closed as well as Third eye shut. He Ordered as much as she was willing to offer. Might as well eat what he could considering who was picking up the tab. [i]Ah the small Victories.[/i] Dropping off the name of the person taking up his tab he turned his attention to Ravadon, only to see he was about to get into a fight. 

With his maw slightly ajar, just enough to speak for his plan was just to make himself look like he was in rather heavy armor was all. “Picking a fight with the lower side of society isn’t the wisest idea. Of course if we are talking about bodies, no sense in wasting perfectly good food.”

It was a fact back in the day, Edward wasn’t above eating...questionable things when hungry. However after all this time he doubted anyone even know him.

“However I believe it's best to just avoid fighting? What's the point, waste of energy, time, and more importantly food.” With that Edward turned back around to the bar. Wanting none of this, however more then happy to finish a few drunks with delusions of grandeur. Honestly who fights in a place of rest and food anyway?