Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-8397818-20180724100931

Maxus caught the eye of the bartender and raised his his hand. He knew the place and the owner. And the owner knew what Maxus always drinks. There was no need for specification.

He attempts to identify the bar's visitors. He may know some of them. Kestrel is the one he looks for.

"I assume that there is no need to go through a guide on how to socialize with the Under-hive dwellers?" - Maxus inquires while he still looks for their target.

"By the way, we are a mercenary gang, are we not? How should we call ourselves?" - Maxus looks in direction of his newly-founded companions.