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     The brunette had never before seen a more pitiful state than the man almost drowning himself in spirits in front of him. It was not uncommon for such activities to occur in taverns such as this establishment; mercenaries and other unscrupulous patrons often spend all their coin for drink and intoxicate themselves to a stupor. As such, he would normally have ignored such travesties the moment he stepped foot inside the premises of the pub and continued to gather as much information as he could gain from the owner about the recent rumors he’s managed to glean from the people that lived in this community, however, something had drawn him to the blond man drinking his worries away like nothing mattered anymore. He was unsure what pulled him towards this man, but he felt that something must needs be done to set aught right for the other’s well being. Perhaps it was his instincts telling him how similar the man was to himself had he chosen to walk down a different path.
     “I am Sergei Strelka,” he answered, concerned that the blond had inebriated himself to a point he would do things he’d regret later. It hadn’t helped that the slurs made it more difficult for him to comprehend the other’s words, but it was manageable.
     Sitting himself across the table from the other, he made sure to keep a friendly tone - it was not as if he were handling a child, but he hardly knew how to deal with drunkards. “I hope you do not mind the company,” he started, his tone polite. “It was a long trek from the last settlement I visited, and your table was the only one with more empty seats.” Technically, there were a few, but Sergei felt uncomfortable sitting next to those rowdy men and women.
