In a bar full odd figures, it is no surprise that Tharog Frosthearth entered the place as well. With an assault rifle in his hands and a cigarette in his mouth he looks around and observes the various figures there.
He notices Alec Mason at the bar, recognizing him from the transmission. He walks over to the bar.
"One Liberty ale, please"
As he receives the drink he sits down next to Alex, placing his weapon against the wall.
"'Ey ye are that revolutionary-lad ain't ye?"
He reaches out his hand to him.
"Tharog Frosthearth, DJ of Hell FM, member of McDowell's Fleet Company, ex-Hellfire Legion fleet admiral"
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