<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</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/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br/>Location - Mason's parlour<br/>Tagging - Mason and his goon<hr/><br/>Samson took note of the men in the room, scanning his own memory for any familiarity in the faces. Some of the ones downstairs looked familiar, these, not so much. Something was afoot, that much he felt in his gut, but what? As Mason dismissed his guard he smiled at the man as he departed. "Don't worry, if I wanted him dead it would have happened years ago." He joked dryly as he moved and took a seat across from Mason, helping himself to the whiskey.<br/><br/>"Well at least your taste in whiskey became more expensive, not better, synthetic aged can't trump a barrel Kincaid." He shared his thoughts as he downed the drink and looked at the man. "So what are you planning, surely you didn't miss me so much you threw me a party." Samson asked, not a man to bother with the small talk.