The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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[font=Garamond]Walking in with his bleary eyes, Dervin reached into his pocket for his trusty cardamine on the way to
Claymore's table. The drug steadied him and he felt hyper aware. Motioning to the bartender was no
longer necessary, and wine was sure to find its way to his table in no time. He lightly clapped Claymore
on the back and took a chair across from the man. "So, I hear you've a proposition of some sort? I'd
have come earlier, but tasks... I'm sure you know how it is. And thank's again for Artificial Horizon's
return. It'll be going to one of my promising new Rogues shortly, and will see more action, no doubt.
But let's get to it, shall we?"