<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>,<em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Npc Bar tender, Open<hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing in the background</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmFN9C9PVpg</div></div><br/>Samson nodded, accepting the third and final drink for the time being. His thirst had been quenched with the first two, now he was just being a glutton. He paid the man for his drink, thanking him before he tucked the flash cortex into his black duster.<br/><br/>He shook his head. "No sir, just landed and looking to take it easy while I find something worth my time." Samson shared, neither giving nor revealing to much as it was not like him to be so open about his dealings. "Thanks for the drink." The man tipped his hat at the tender before moving off to the end of the bar in order to make a few selections on his juke box.<br/><br/>With the place filling up, he preferred not giving his back to people. Samson selected a seat over by the machine and pushed it up against the wall. Once seated he returned his beer and the salty snacks, which only made him hungry and wonder how much a decent cut of steak would cost him. It had been quite some time since he landed on Persephone, for his sake, he hoped steak was in abundance.