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Elanore Wansmore > anyone know where I can get a hot bath and a good bottle of whisky in this system?
The lighthearted local chatter goes silent. Ships scatter. some dock while others leave the system entirely. The dark ship Docks at one of the lesser used stations and she emerges from her ship. She is dressed black as night and seems to almost fade into existence as she leaves her ship.
At a run down pub on one of the lower level concourses a shaky handed bartender serves up a bottle. An elongated shadow moves eerily around the floor as she pulls the drink close. The few patrons, with no quick movements, nervously fan away from her, all the while keeping a wary eye.
A thin, older man, pulls his lady close to him and looks at the dark woman at the corner of the bar. He jerks slightly as she notices his gaze. There is a fear in his voice "Ma'am, we don't want any trouble here, please."
Peering sideways through her tresses she smiles slightly and looks at her empty glass. She pours another round and sets the bottle back on the bar. The shadow of her arms movement passes over the mans face as his visibly scared partner holds him closer and turns away.
Elanore Wansmore > then I will advise not making any.
