<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 - Shey directly at his table, everyone else in the background<hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho</div></div><br/>"Noted." The man nodded and agreed to keep the do away with the formalities. Samson polished off the last drink from his beer as he listened to the young woman address the potential concerns she would encounter if she decided to rent out one of the ship's shuttles. It didn't surprise him, he had his run ins with courtesans before, they knew how to give all the right answers.<br/><br/>"Sounds...horrible, but to each their own." He didn't bother to lie to her, there was a reason Samson lived his life port to port and away from his home world. "We will be docked for a few days. You are a friend of Thalia right? I am sure she can keep you up to date and let you know when we are ready to take off. Before that, you can pick one of the shuttles and do what you wish, I will warn ya, they ain't in good shape." Samson volunteered Thalia (unknowingly) to handle Shey and her needs, the man was keeping his distance from the red head. "Agreed?"