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[color=9D4944]Time:[/color] 9am
[color=9D4944]Location:[/color] Port Vanarosa 
[color=9D4944]Interaction:[/color][@Helo]Nym
[color=9D4944]Equipment:[/color]Black coat with fur trim on the hood, dark-colored, plain male clothing, [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/465770184003551242/806953076405174272/latest.png?width=891&height=668]sword[/url] with unbreaking and return enchantments, strength enchanted gloves, 2 medium red potions, hygiene products, timeteller, wayfinder, a flask, standard backpack, and an ama pouch with 1800 amas.
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[color=1BF285]"I know what you need.” [/color]

A fella in an eye patch had proclaimed as he approached Helio. His gaze swooped to the speaker. If it wasn't for the silks he was adorned in, he would have looked like something that had crawled out of the ocean. Not to mention, he seemed to have no qualms about being loud with his attire and jewelry. He was given a pretty decent impression from his hasty analysis, but it was improved greatly as a bottle of rum was shook in front of his eyes, which lit up immediately.  

[color=9D4944]"Nonsense. Dogs love me."[/color]Helio replied with a grin, taking the bottle immediately. He tossed his head back, chugging it down with loud gulps. He straightened and handed it back to him with a sound of satisfaction. There was a drop left. Glancing at it, he added with a shrug, [color=9D4944]"I'll get ya another one. "[/color] After a moment, his brain processed that the white-haired gent had asked him what brought him there. 

Did that mean... He didn't recognize Helio? For a moment, Helio wondered how such a feat was possible, but then remembered that was the exact reason he had come here. Port Vanarosa was so far removed from Avalia that the few that actually resided here were out of the loop with some things. There was also the fact many of the folks  had come with the intention to remain under the radar for varying reasons, usually of the immoral sort. His friend Bastian's voice filled his head, speaking just the way he had as he had protested Helio's departure not too long ago:

[color=f6989d][i]Why the hell would you go to that god-forsaken island of misfits of all places? Have you lost your mind?[/i][/color]

[color=9D4944][i]Den of miscreants indeed.[/i][/color]Helio thought to himself, pausing for a moment as he considered his answer,
[color=9D4944]"I suppose... I'm here for a good time."[/color] He finally mused lightly. He suddenly dramatically jumped into a pose as he introduced himself, his arms bent and his fists at each side of his waist, heroic style,[color=9D4944]"Helio's the name, being magnificent's the game."[/color]