From his table in the corner, Thrakhath reaches under the table and pulls out a wooden box, and walks up to the bar.
Alexia, I will have that whiskey now, Thank you.
as the whiskey arrives Thrakhath turns to Juan and Lohingren. Raises his glass , and says " Happy Birthday Lohingren, I brought you a gift."
"I will give you a little history first. My father was a historian, mostly fond of old science fiction books. But he did have his strong points. This is one of them." Thrakhath hands Lohingren the polished wooden box, who opens it rather warily. Nestled inside in a soft fabric were 2 matching old Earth style .45 cal pistols with berryllium handles.
" I had the ammo special made for you, it'll punch through most personnel body armor." said Thrakhath with a grin. " I hope you like them"
Thrakhath then finishes up his whiskey, Coughs a bit and says.."I don't know why I drink this stuff"
