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[color=00ff66][b][h3]Nikos[/h3][/b][/color]
Zeppelin #27, Galley
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In the galley, Nikos pulled the lever and watched as coffee flowed from the spigot into his cup, but his mind was racing.

[i]Magic was [u]real[/u].[/i]

Hot coffee poured over the rim and splashed his hand, making him flinch and cry out in pain as he splashed coffee on the urn. Putting down his cup in one of the wire holders, he went to the sink and poured cold water over his wound, stopping after a few seconds and blowing on it. 


[i]Magic was [u]real[/u].[/i]

The value of that dwarfed all the gold they managed to get aboard - no, of that repository where they liberated those bars from before they got shot at.

If magic was real, then what about the legends of ancient creatures, like the satyr or the siren? Were they real, as well? Or...?

His mind raced for a moment, then he grabbed his cup and took a quick sip of coffee.

It wasn't enough. 

Reaching inside his coat, he grabbed his flask and poured a dram or two in. He was about to seal the flask, then shook his head and downed the rest of the liquor.

Music suddenly blared from the dining area.

"What in the world...?" Nikos demanded, downing the rest of the coffee to steel himself, then stepped past the curtain.

"What is going on here?" he demanded, then his eyes alighted on the bar.

"Ahh," he said, nodding. Others wanted a drink, too.