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Nihachi | Nov 16 2010, 03:03 PM |
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Simon walked into Lucky 7, a bar that was a frequent hangout for people of his profession. Today it was surprisingly quiet, the news about a Baraclay Knight operating sucessfully in a region normally dominated by rouges likely making it quiet. What was really annoying him was that he had gotten his shot and had blown it. While the encounter had been far from disastrous, it was the first time he had come away from an encounter on the losing end and that his Blitz had been damaged. "I gotta come after him smarta'" Simon mused, his native accent breaking through a bit. "Gimme a beer." He motioned to the bartender, looking around at the sparse clientele. Edited by Nihachi, Nov 16 2010, 03:03 PM.
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