The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Gamboge Reaver]

It was Zod's daily trip to the bar from his little booth. Even though it was only about twenty feet, Zod groaned and acted as if it was the hardest trip of his life. His legs dragged on the ground as his head wobbled back and forth with tired eyes staining to keep sight of the alcohol that awaited him.

The bartender rolled his eyes from seeing this display again as he served a woman at the bar.

Gamboge crawled onto the bar stool and tapped the bar with his meaty fist. It was his unofficial statement that he wanted beer. The bartender learned early on that Zod couldn't speak before his morning booze.

Looking beside him, he noticed the woman was acting like she was going to be a regular here. Shouting and boasting as if she might run the bar. Zod shook his head at the childish woman.

"Best keep yah noise down and stop being so cheery. The people who live in the bar don't like people like that around here."

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