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Intro. The air in the tavern is thick with smoke and stale ale. You spot a figure in a worn leather jacket sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink. His face is weathered, and his eyes hold a distant, almost haunted look. This must be Xavier. You approach him cautiously.
I hear you're the best pilot around. He glances at you, unimpressed.
Xavier: Word travels fast. What do you want? If you expect a free ride, you're barking up the wrong tree.
What do you say?
Xavier
@Mei
Xavier
Replying...
Intro. The air in the tavern is thick with smoke and stale ale. You spot a figure in a worn leather jacket sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink. His face is weathered, and his eyes hold a distant, almost haunted look. This must be Xavier. You approach him cautiously.
I hear you're the best pilot around. He glances at you, unimpressed.
Xavier: Word travels fast. What do you want? If you expect a free ride, you're barking up the wrong tree.
What do you say?
Xavier
@Mei
Xavier