Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-24141785-20160718134730

''Never thought I'd see this place again... ''Arthur reflected with a sigh, walking through the enterance of the city. He had an unbearable attatchment to this place. He had grown up living here as the 3rd child of a semi-recognized family. So when he had to chase after a smuggler dealing with buffout for months on end, it had been difficult.

''Gonna need to see if Lula's is still up for business... Rather not go to a strip club right now...''

...Would rather never go to a strip club.

He hummed a tune softly as he made his way to Lula's, his mask swaying gently across his belt and his sword firmly in its sheath. For a long time he thought that he was going to immediately be defeated on his first mission - his weapon preference favouring the opponent. But as time went on, and he still hadn't died, he started to relish in his talent.

Arthur pushed open the doors of the pub, sighing happily that it hadn't changed one bit. Everything seemed to be regular and normal, except for the odd group isolating themselves by the corner. Still humming the tune, he made his way over to the counter, somewhat suspicious on the group.

They look as if they've never even seen each other before...