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[h1][Color=#00FFFF]Mikhail Xudriess[/color][/h1]
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[@AClockworkEd][@Maverick Six]


[Color=#00FFFF]“Opportunity you say.”[/color] Mikhail smiled, swirling his cup around in a circle. Aleris seemed to want coin, the desire seemed a lot more appealing as opposed to a favor. The elf knew all about favors, it's best not to owe one to shady individuals.

Aleris seemed friendly upfront, but there was a very telling way of how he weaved his words together. Unfortunately, the crooked blades were in a jam. It seemed like Aleris was looking to take full advantage of that for his own benefit. If they would do business, at least his intentions were upfront.

Mikhail let the conversation die for a moment, his attention pulled elsewhere. Valuable information tantalizing his ear, seems like the stars were shining on the pained souls of the pirate crew. A guiding light in the dark of night. Even Aleris caught wind, causing a smirk to arise on the elf’s face. He wasn’t one to believe in fate, the bitch was fickle.

[Color=#00FFFF]“Perhaps, let’s hope Lady Luck isn’t building us up to tear us down.”[/color]Mikhail would clear his mug, washing away the pessimistic thoughts with the spirits. [Color=#00FFFF]“I don’t mind accepting your services but what exactly can you do for us?”[/color] The Fae leaned in, resting his heavy metal arm on the table. The weight of the limb causing the wood to creak in discomfort.

[Color=#00FFFF]“I apologize for my weariness, friend but you’ve popped in at a very peculiar time. You also strike me as a strange individual, one not used to salt and brine.”[/color] Mikhail’s words came off friendly, his tone friendly as could be but his words and body language was sharp. Almost piercing even, as he started directly at Aleris. The glasses on his face were hanging slightly off nose, revealing crystal blue eyes that were trained on the magus.