He got up from his seat and stretched, looking around the tavern before rolling his shoulders back and cracking his neck. As much fun as it was to flirt with the tavern wenches and drink away his share of the hard stolen booty, there was another more pressing reason for his visit to the Rogue's Gallery on this day. The unfamiliar weight of a medallion tugged down on his neck, a huge trinket that Cade personally would never wear of his own choosing but it was a requirement for his newest adventure. The symbols adorning the medallion were eerily dark, and certainly unfamiliar to him though he suspected it to be meant as a brand for like minded individuals to spot each other in places just like this. The captain ran his finger over one of the scythe's, goosebumps rising on his flesh while a shiver went down his back. He stepped out into the light and watched as a hooded individual with a pet bird perched on their shoulder changed seats to be more visible and from the looks of things, that same strange symbol clung to him too.<br/><br/>Cade thought back to the last time he was in port with his crew, it had to have been over a year ago. At another out of the way tavern a hooded patron approached the captain with a drink and threw the medallion down on the table before him. "You will have need of this soon enough," the hooded figure declared then left. When he looked the medallion over, he saw that symbol for the first time and there was a piece of parchment attached that gave a future date and the name of the port he was to pull in at to discover the meaning behind the strange object. Thankfully he was already familiar with the port, and The Rogue's Gallery was already a second home so ensuring his prompt attendance was not an issue. Now, one year later he stood scanning over the crowd and then making the first move while he sauntered over to the table with the bird keeper. The wench from earlier passed by with a drink on her tray, which he scooped up and continued moving forward while she glared at him with a frown and then stormed back to the bar.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"What's your poison?"</span>Cade asked, taking off his medallion and setting it down on the table to show the other man before taking his seat.