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" Hey if them Mando's done anything right it was this. "
Gesturing to the full glass of black ale now within his grasp. His eyes following Ross's gesture towards the bar, Rook took a swig of his drink to keep any from spilling as he stood. The glass had been filled to the brim and then some, a fact he was most pleased with. He had gained a taste for the black ale during one of his tropes as a mercenary. They had been in Mandalorian space running some spice past the Sith's blockade when he first came into contact with it. From then on out no other beer or ale seemed to sit the same. Rook's palette being effectively ruined to anything of the lighter persuasion.
" Thank you kindly friend. You keep this here on tap and you're sure to find me comin' round again. "
Taking a step away from the bar Rook immediately back pedaled to retrieve his new duster and hat. Though he probably would take the patch off the new one and attach it to his current duster he still felt obligated to keep them as a token of his ties to the groups founder. Raising his glass one last time to Ross in thanks, Rook slipped through the crowd towards the garage. With any luck the woman known as Pepper Smith would be within and his new life as a Waste Ranger could begin proper.
Gesturing to the full glass of black ale now within his grasp. His eyes following Ross's gesture towards the bar, Rook took a swig of his drink to keep any from spilling as he stood. The glass had been filled to the brim and then some, a fact he was most pleased with. He had gained a taste for the black ale during one of his tropes as a mercenary. They had been in Mandalorian space running some spice past the Sith's blockade when he first came into contact with it. From then on out no other beer or ale seemed to sit the same. Rook's palette being effectively ruined to anything of the lighter persuasion.
" Thank you kindly friend. You keep this here on tap and you're sure to find me comin' round again. "
Taking a step away from the bar Rook immediately back pedaled to retrieve his new duster and hat. Though he probably would take the patch off the new one and attach it to his current duster he still felt obligated to keep them as a token of his ties to the groups founder. Raising his glass one last time to Ross in thanks, Rook slipped through the crowd towards the garage. With any luck the woman known as Pepper Smith would be within and his new life as a Waste Ranger could begin proper.