The smell of sweat beer and general filth floated through the tobac and moon smoke. It hung in the common room thick and firm. It seeped through the wide gaps between floor planks being ignored by the rats and up to the game room. There among a tipsy bunch of vagabonds and cutthroats castor Troy examined his cards.
It did not matter what he played he always won. These thugs were loyal to him as everyone in the bar. Still he considered his move carefully. He maybe impulsive but he was also deliberate. He laid the queen as Tony kept talking.
Tony spoke from a bald held that had more scars than he had sense. Speaking slow and casual, "that's the word boss, Medusa and a shadow dragon killed balthier right under some imperial agents. Guess guy finally picked the wrong woman."
Castor adjusted his wide brimmed hat to look up at Tony, a chore he did not enjoy, "Medusa and Shadow dragon. Who is pulling that kinda heat in my city. They didn't clear it with me. Did they clear it with you?" Tony just shook his head.
Castor called out to a bar maid, "did they clear it with you?" She called back no obviously confused having not heard their conversation. Castor examined her bosom for silent than continues, "well if they didn't tell me, or you or her...then we didn't know and that's rude. Find out who have the hit and I'll buy em a drink."
"yes boss" the table cleared. Castor took a long puff on his pipe and as he laid down the card the serpent king.
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