Well Hello Gorgeous

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Cardin had always preferred the liquor available in other places. Whatever was available here in England didn’t seem to have the same ‘bite’ to it that the  privateer preferred. He decided to give this place a shot, having heard a couple of things about it thanks to word of mouth.

And he had to admit, it was halfway decent compared to the vile excuses for rum he had in the other parts of the country. This particular tavern thankfully wasn’t too crowded yet. He desired a more quiet night, at least for today.

“So,” he says, taking a swig of rum before swerving his head to the man he happened to be speaking to, “Know of any other taverns nearby?”

A voice speaks out next to him, and he can’t say he’s surprised. The man certainly doesn’t look like he’s from around here. Too tall, too nicely dressed, and certainly doesn’t sound like he’s from around here. Not to say he was perfect, Roman had no doubt this man is hardly a better person than he himself is. But he’s at least not likely to hold the title “pirate”. Buccaneer maybe, but he’s not so informal as to be a pirate.

It’s been a few weeks since Insomnia fell. Roman’s job now is to hunt down the Prince, and he’s close. But- he’s found the Prince’s friend and right now that interests him a bit more. The high commander can’t argue too much if he plays around a little bit, given he’s not done his job yet. Until Ravus finds his sister, Roman’s free to play around with the Prince... or his friends. Namely, this one. Prompto Argentum is a runaway, and Roman’s pretty sure he hasn’t told anyone where he’s from. If the band on his wrist is anything to go by anyways. This will be fun.

A tavern is always a good place to lay low. Particularly on the opposite side of England from London. There is still a chance he could be found, but it’s very unlikely. The royal military doesn’t care much for the sleazy towns, which is ironic since that’s where they ought to be the most. But, ah well. Roman’s not going to complain about having a safe place.