A tattooed man entered the casino. With the way he was dressed, he looked somewhat out of place among the more well dressed patrons of the casino. But the man didn't care. He wasn't here to be a patron. The man looked around the ground floor of the casino, but couldn't find who he was looking for. Scratching his head, he turned his gaze upwards to the first floor. Eventually, he spotted who he was here for. A woman was standing on the stairway connecting the ground floor to the first. Both of her hands, one of which was made of silver along with the arm it was connected to, rested on the banister in front of her.

The man owed this woman a favor for past services and tonight the woman had called it in. She refused to go into details as to what the favor was over the phone, insisting instead that she tell him in person. Eager to hear what the woman had to say, the man walked over to the stairway and climbed up to her. "Heya." The man said in a friendly manner as he got in speaking range with the silver armed woman. "Here I am. Like you asked. I'm ready to even things between us. All you need to do is tell me how I do that."