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[color=f7941d][b]"You did good in beating those lot. Consider me impressed."[/b][/color]

Mid-sip of his orange juice, one of the men in the bar - an older Russian man in armor - spoke to him. Shayton knew he was in the room the whole time - and he had enough sense to stay out of the fight. If he didn't, well, he'd be another body on the floor. Shayton gave him a look, which was hard to tell given that his upper face was covered by his massive afro. However, Shayton took another sip of his orange juice as he looked over at the man.

"Don't be," Shayton flatly said. "It's just a job to do... honestly, I'm no better than them." He said to the man. However, taking another sip, he had to ask.

"Here for the tournament?" He looked up at the TV and saw the report about it being canceled. Unlike the other Nomads, he was less furious and more annoyed. "Or were you here for the tournament? Not a lot of humans come through here unless there's a tournament."