A man in his mid twenties walked into the bar with a young woman holding onto his arm. He wore simple clothes a light synthetic leather jacket and jeans; she was in a full body set of armour, coloured light blue. Her helmet had a canine shape to it, and the eyes glowed a colour similar to her armour.
There was a name tag embroidered onto the left breast of the man's shirt.
Harold Kane
Taskmaster
Vagrant Raiders
He looked around and, after a moment, pointed at an empty table sitting up against the window of the bar. She nodded, and they silently walked over to it and sat down on opposite sides.
