2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Bartender: *seems surprised by the mans lack of talk.* "where is all your warm gear, there is no way you made it here in just that?" *gestures to what tafia is wearing..*

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *still avoiding looking at the bartender he answers, as he slides some currency across the table to the man.* "why dont you say we just forget the questions for now.."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *sitting so close, he couldnt help but over hear the new comer an the tender talking, this new guy seemed to worry snowolf some... but he sat there, looking over a cloth that lay infront of him, a map of the area

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Bartender: *nods, and takes the money.* "so what are you, some kind of contracter? not everyone pays 200 bens for a bottle of water.. most people pay 2 bens."

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *still looking down, he gets aggrivated with the bartender..* "yeah, im a contracter....for oil.."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *smirked some at that comment and laughed under his breath at this, oil... he could clearly tell, this man was no contractor..

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Bartender: "i never seen a oil contracter before who carried around such a strong sword as that there..but then again, i havent met many oil contracters.."

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *tightens his hands shut as the bartenders questions keep rambling on... he knows he has to keep a low profile for now... how he wishes he could cut the man in half..*

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *he stood and sighed grabing his sword attaching it to the side of his belt, as his trench fell down over the sword he walked over to the bartender placeing a hand on his shoulder "hey sam, why not lay off the questions... he dosent look to...friendly..." snowolf spoke before laughing some "wouldnt wanna save you now would i?"

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Sam: *looks at snowolf, as he smiles and nods.* "sure thing snowolf...ill go get that water.."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *smiles an nods "good" he spoke to sam before looking to tafia " i dont know what your deal is.... but this is a city with upright people... we dont need no trouble" he spoke before turning back to head back to his seat

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *glared at him, and gritted his teeth, trying to control his anger..how much he would enjoy making this man beg for mercy at the tip of his blade before killing him...*

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *returning to his seat, he continues traceing his finger along a small pieave of cloth that lay in front of him, as if he never left it

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: *a man walks in and sits down next to Tafia, wearing lots of warm cloths.*

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *he looks up at the man in warm gear.* "you're late.."

2005-12-20 [crowfeather]: "I saw you both need to quit ya yappen and stop messing with the rest of the pay'n customers here" *a middle aged man with short sandy brown hair that had a bit of slivering to it and hazel eyes wanders over to the bar and nods to the man behind the counter before reaching over the counter and gets himself a drink*

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: *the man shakes nods.* "the UN soldiers were hard to get past in Atolincia this time.. the security was getting even worse after you left... you are becoming much too popular for us to keep using you.."

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *in a low voice..* "Then find someone better.... you need me, and you know it.... just remember that."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *he smiles an stands "well sam, its been a pleasure as always, but im heading out for the night... ill catch ya tommarow" he spoke tucking the cloth into one of his trench coat pockets

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Sam: *nods, and smiles too Snowolf.* "yeah, have a good night snowolf."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf : *with a wave, he nods again, glanceing back at tafia before exiting into the cold