originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]Rook stepped inside the bar. Knocking some snow off his boots. [/b]
"Jeez it's getting colder. If only fall could last a little longer."
[b]He removed his helmet and looked around. He walked up to where Nicholas was sitting, asking if the seat was taken.[/b]
"Mind if I take a seat here?"
English
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Not at all, lad. [i]He said, gruffly, his accent British, that of a Londoner.[/i]
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"Alright nice." [b]Rook asks the bartender for a drink.[/b] "Name's Rook, and you are?"
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Crow. [i]He replied. He knew this man was not giving him a real name, and he would do the same. Real names were dangerous in his realm of business.[/i]
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"Alright Crow, nice to meet you. So how long have you been on the SAS?"
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Long enough. [i]He really wasn't planning on conversation. When he came to drink it was mostly alone. He preferred it that way, it was just how he had always been. [/i]