thesilverskin || [closed]
The marksman had decided to take the night off. They didn't have any missions in the few upcoming days, so it wasn't as if he was going to miss anything anyway. May as well have some fun, while he could, right? For the first time in quite a while, he had packed up and driven off to town, visiting the nearest bar he could find for the sake of getting a few drinks.
And while he may have been alone, it wasn't like he was too close with any of the mercenaries anyway- besides, being alone was mostly how he functioned and preferred it to be, anyway. Considering he had quite a few secrets to keep, it was best to keep people away, instead of letting them in too close.
Ordering himself a drink, he leaned back in his seat, intending to enjoy the night to the fullest, when something caught his attention. "...wot the-" A scent which wasn't quite...human. He could clearly distinguish it from everyone else in the room, eyes settling on one particular man that had entered the place, however.
This was beyond weird, he didn't figure he would be meeting his kind anywhere near this god forgotten place, nor so soon, for that matter.
