Hangman looked at the generous man and appreciated his offer. Judging from his uniform, he must be someone from FP1's security
service. "Thanks, mate." he replied. "And you're right. The garrison here looks more like a bunch of hand to hand thugs."
he said as he gazed around at the room. The barman approached their table and Hangman pointed at Raven, saying "His round...".
The barman nods, placed a glass of a greenish longdrink on the table and walked away. Hangman took his glass. "Now we can talk.
I think i didn't introduced myself yet. The name's Jack. And you are?" he said, taking a sip of his cocktail.