The bright red ember of his cigar bathed his features in a light that could almost have been mistaken for dark blood. His one good eye, peered out of the shadows missing nothing that transpired in the dimly lit common room.  The handful of copper coins he’d scattered on the table were dwindling at an alarming rate as the waitress scooped up a few more and placed another jack of ale before him. He slapped her on her round bottom as she turned and shook it at him. Not because she interested him, but because she seemed to expect it.  The couples, and the scent of their rutting drew a little more of his attention. At first he was searching for any threats but having found none he’d settled back into the shadows to wait for his contacts arrival. At least he thought to himself the sight of half naked women weren’t a bad distraction after three months at sea.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>