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Ragnarok was on his third steak when the man walked over to him. He wasn't there for him though, not exactly. Just the shirt as it turned out. As he approached, Ragnarok stopped eating and turned to look at the man, getting his features in and memorizing them, analyzing while he was at it. He looked like a worm of a man to him, small and lean and thin. Though the color of their hair matched, Ragnarok believed they could not be more different. He watched the man turn as if to leave and went back to his meal. What did he care about a shirt he had used as bandage? As he turned back to his plate, he saw a hand near it and followed the arm up to a pale faced man, scrawny and dirty and probably some lowlife pirate who thought to take a chance and get some coin, as chances were likely all he ever took. Ragnarok had no time for this, and turned back to his plate. "I'm trying to eat, if that isn't too much of an issue with you."
"And I'm trying to make some coin, if that's not an issue with you," said the man, his voice raspy and dirty. Ragnarok visibly sagged at the man. He had no time or patience for his like and wanted only to eat and be gone. He would greatly appreciate it if someone were to take him off his hands for him sot hat he could continue eating...
"And I'm trying to make some coin, if that's not an issue with you," said the man, his voice raspy and dirty. Ragnarok visibly sagged at the man. He had no time or patience for his like and wanted only to eat and be gone. He would greatly appreciate it if someone were to take him off his hands for him sot hat he could continue eating...