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The Navigator swirled the glowing fluid in his glass before sipping it, humming in mild surprise at the flavour. Quite beyond the comparatively-pithy flavour of even the wine he had been chugging up until now... though maybe that had been him exhausting the best wines for months on end throughout the city.

A grim smirk crossed his features at this Jean-Luc's dry, dark humour. Or what the drunken Navigator perceived as such, at least. 'Galga'roth Brabazon, of House Brabazon,' he offered in turn, only to slowly frown as he processed fully what had just been said. 'Hold on a second, the tales of a shuttle are true?' he asked somewhat urgently. 'You mean to say there really is a rogue trader, here?'

He blinked a few times to consider this, then unceremoniously tipped his glass back and swallowed the entire beverage in a single gulp, quickly standing and throwing his hood back over his head, and grabbing the wine bottle in one hand. 'It's been nice sharing a drink with you, but I really do have to get going. I need to test my luck...'

He turned, and surveyed the carnage once again, and only now did the alcohol in his system allow him to realise how much murder and property destruction had actually been committed in this place. Enough that even a Navigator might be considered for something like servitor-dom, if the local law enforcement suspected them of pulling it off.

'...or as the case may be, improve my luck as much as possible by not being caught out here. I- ...oh shit, I shouldn't even have come in here. Okay, time to go.'

Galga'roth began half-power walking, half-stumbling to the doors, only to halt almost unwillingly at the threshold as a thought occurred to him. Half-turning back to Jean-Luc, he said 'I assume you have no wish to be criminalised either, good sir. Maybe we can both get lucky enough to avoid imprisonment and worse, and perhaps find ourselves new jobs in the process?' He pushed the doors apart without really paying attention to his short-time drinking companion's answer, moving out of the saloon and toward the other saloon. Holdout. Whatever, Nab's Place.

Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka

Having followed after Rood as he charged away to the clearing, Vlad found himself accompanying him, Rowan, and Bonny as a misshapen thing emerged from the ground. A Falthon, going by the tall blond's panicked yells. The creature's breath was akin to that of a corpse farm, bad enough that it made the shark Faunus' seem like a rose bath in comparison. It had bat-like wings, yet this was the only part of it that might be construed as being from a real animal, for the bone ridges and too-narrow waist and hundreds of mouths and faces across its body. In short, it was nightmarish to behold.

Vlad found himself smirking at the challenge, and would surely have attacked recklessly if Rood and Bonny hadn't decided to be cowards- he believed they were being cowardly for little reason, anyway- and run off. Or rather, if Rood hadn't run off, and Bonny gone and stumbled into Rowan, asking to be carried. It's almost like she's drained her entire aura without even trying, Vlad thought to himself. How the hell did she do that in just a few minutes, against a single Grimm of all things?

Rolling his eyes, he sheathed his weapons and charged past the two, grabbing Bonny from Rowan with a yell of "I'm stronger than you!" and lugging her over his shoulder as he ran. "If you want to help," Vlad said to her, "shoot at it if you see it. I have my ways of providing speed boosts if we need them."

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