[h1][center][color=a3edf5]Álmos Air-Swimmer[/color][/center][/h1]
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[color=a3edf5][B]"Ah, spaghetti? I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean."[/B][/color] Álmos said with a start, recoiling away from the excitable girl, dreading the interaction that he had inexplicably found himself in. It was almost a relief to him, then, that everything seemed to freeze for a moment, and a strange figure appeared to speak to several of the patrons - himself included.

Looking about the tavern for a moment, Álmos couldn't help but feel uneasy. He was also impressed. The man had not only managed to hold the majority of the patrons in time, but the effect extended to the very air within the building. It was almost enough to bring a smile to Álmos' face, were it not for the implications of such a feat.

[color=a3edf5][B]"Well met, Mister Gin."[/B][/color] Álmos said, bowing politely. [color=a3edf5][B]"I hope I am not being rude in declining to introduce myself, but I suspect that you may already know my identity. More pressing, I think, is your mention of imminent death. Please explain, if you would be so kind."[/B][/color]

Álmos thought he'd done a decent job of keeping his composure. The man was certainly unsettling - but he figured it'd be better to play along. Such power as Gin had already demonstrated could likely quite easily have been used to destroy them, rather than give them a private audience for his speech.