09-19-2016, 02:43 AM
Jat watched as a man who had been sitting at a corner table got up and walked across the room after he had locked eyes with the bears. The man looked oddly familiar, but in this context Jat just couldn't quite place him...
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The man was thin, about 50 years old, and had light brown hair that once could tell had been immaculately combed earlier in the day. He walked seemingly without a care, but there was something subconscious in his stride that seemed more polished and proper.
"Good afternoon," he said in English with just the hint of an accent, "my name is Philip Von Reich. You are of the Urrish nation I assume?"
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The man was thin, about 50 years old, and had light brown hair that once could tell had been immaculately combed earlier in the day. He walked seemingly without a care, but there was something subconscious in his stride that seemed more polished and proper.
"Good afternoon," he said in English with just the hint of an accent, "my name is Philip Von Reich. You are of the Urrish nation I assume?"