I BLESS THE RAINS :: open, SRO visit

    Well, Malphas wasn't entirely wrong, but did he have to be such a bitch about it? With ever-present exhaustion in his limp, Beck's scarred face was warped into a grimace as he stumbled up to join his rogues' sides, rolling his eyes before glaring at the apparent other leader. "He ain't wrong -- ya haven't even said what exactly ya trade yet. What d'ya have that we don't have ourselves already, huh?" the poltergeist drawled with a rattle plain in his breathy words, his numb expression never faltering. What was with all these newfound groups crawling from the woodworks and knocking on their doorstep asking for favors? One, maybe Beck could humor by doing "business" with them, but after that, it was boring. "Unless ya got something better than plain ol' trade 'n' business, then I'd suggest runnin' off now before ya wind up regrettin' your visit here," he nonchalantly threatened, leaning forward to offer a teasing sneer, "And don't come back until ya got some manners and a real offer, got it?" A small glance was cast back at the three rogues next to him, flicking his notched ear in a silent message to back up his warning if needed.

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