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A group of nine or ten rough looking men entered the bar, each looking the part of ruffians, chests bared slightly by the open parts down their shirts, flared cuffs adorning their wrists and bandannas about their heads, a few bearing eye patches. Each carried an assortment of weapons upon them, blades of many lengths and sorts. Several were Roegadyn, one Elezen and the rest Hyur. The lead man was a Hyur, his lean face and short cut white hair adorning his face alongside a thin goatee that came to a point on his chin. His armor was black, his hands and feet gloved, and he carried a lengthy looking sword at his side. Obviously the leader.
They paid no attention to the approaching waitress, whom they walked straight past. As their large group moved through the eatery, they brushed alongside many of the patrons, one of the large Roegadyn pushing aside a woman upon whom was perched a bird of some sort, others rattling the tables of several finely dressed customers as well as brushing the side of the chair belonging to a small Lalafell. Their leader urged them onward, to the rearmost table, where the earlier trio of villains had entered. As they approached, the black armored criminal leading the way was heard growling the word "Maestro" as he moved up to the table.
The bald leader of the three who had arrived earlier stood up, arms wide as he took a deep bow. "As I live and breath," he said, a menacing smile on his face. "Shall we do business, gentlemen? And let's keep our voices low, please! We wouldn't want to be heard talking about One-Eye in such a fine establishment as this!"
The man with the goatee scowled at the bald man, taking a seat, his men forming a half circle around his side of the table. "Agreed."
They paid no attention to the approaching waitress, whom they walked straight past. As their large group moved through the eatery, they brushed alongside many of the patrons, one of the large Roegadyn pushing aside a woman upon whom was perched a bird of some sort, others rattling the tables of several finely dressed customers as well as brushing the side of the chair belonging to a small Lalafell. Their leader urged them onward, to the rearmost table, where the earlier trio of villains had entered. As they approached, the black armored criminal leading the way was heard growling the word "Maestro" as he moved up to the table.
The bald leader of the three who had arrived earlier stood up, arms wide as he took a deep bow. "As I live and breath," he said, a menacing smile on his face. "Shall we do business, gentlemen? And let's keep our voices low, please! We wouldn't want to be heard talking about One-Eye in such a fine establishment as this!"
The man with the goatee scowled at the bald man, taking a seat, his men forming a half circle around his side of the table. "Agreed."
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