After the last hurried visit to Barrier Gate in which he commissioned a crow class fighter, Gareth Silves was happy to have a more relaxed lay over this time, here instead for a retrofit to his Templar. The brawl he passed outside on the way into Barrier Gate between Anna Prentice and four outcasts had reminded him of his old soldiering days in the army. Despite the violence of it, this had somehow put the privateer mostly at ease. Only one thing really was bothering him; Gareth was still second-guessing himself for not jumping into the brawl more directly. But, he reminded himself, the last thing he needed was an incident with the Outcast Nation.
After seeing the templar safely into the dock, Gareth strode over to the bar. He stood tall, a day or two unshaven and wore unassuming flight clothes. A reliable service pistol hung on one hip and a well-used infantryman's fighting dirk on the other. He brushed back his hair with one hand, surveying the pub. Finally, Gareth picked out a stool at one end of the bar sat down.
"Barkeep. Double rye, neat, if you please." The bartender nodded and quickly brought the drink. Gareth took the first sip and begin to relax, taking in the myriad characters about. Gareth thought it best to simply wait and see what happened next.