Lost Eidolons

Captain Spinderhawk steps in, grabs a bottle off the top shelf as he passes the bar, and seats himself in the corner, smiling slightly.

Mr. G enters, casually grabbing a corked bottle from behind the bar as he goes and slides into the booth across from Spinderhawk, murmuring quietly.

Vladimir slowly approaches attempting to eavesdrop on spinderhawk and mr. g

Captain Spinderhawk...smiles...at the eavesdropper.

"May I help you, friend?"

"Just wondering what is going on here" says Vladimir getting ready in case the situation get hostile. "nothing illegal i hope" he says with a smirk on his face.

"Illegals? Think nothin's of the sorts." The big, hirsute man grunts. "Can not a man have a drink with the only others man in the bars without bein' accused of the illegalities?"

He shakes his head ruefully at Captain Spinderhawk.

"sorry just not many people here and you seemed a little shady sitting here in the dark. I mean't no offense." says vladimir still suspicious of the two men.

"Shady? Sir, are you casting aspersions upon the honor of my good friend, here?" Captain Spinderhawk arches an eyebrow. "Are you casting aspersion on my honor?" He tilts his head, waiting for a reply.

"it's just the ... atmosphere that makes it seem shady. as i stated i meant no offense. i tend to think the worst esspecially since the second pirate war." says Vladimir starting to relax a bit more.

"So essentially you's is accusin' us of piracy?" He shakes his head. "My oh my, but you's certainly do know how to makes new friends. Whilst I could perhaps see how you could correctly assumes that Captain Spinderhawk here happens t'be of an aeronauticals persuasion, there is nothin's with which would cast such aspersions upons myself. And bein's of an aeronauticals persuasion is a far cry from bein's a pirate."