"That's some good number of tickets. You won't be flying for a while it seems. And as for stinky, don't mind him, you don't want to be like him.."
The man pauses a bit.
"As for your observation, it is true. I am indeed a fighter. More precisely I am a mercenary. Name's Caine. Bartholomew Caine.
I have a job of a...delicate.. nature here in Liberty. While I'm here, I will offer my services to you. If you ever need a good soldier, I'm your man."
*Hands over his card*
"I'll be in touch, if you ever need something*
The man starts to walk out of the bar..
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<span style="color:#000000">All morons hate it when you call them a moron.