<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Investigation<br/><hr/>Well, if there was one thing Gordon could at least be certain that he had met the right person. Now it was just a matter of finding out what he needed to know.<br/><br/>After a moment he nodded. "I mange," he assured Martin. He knew some dancing from back home, and during his time in Italy the locals had taught him some moves. As long as they weren't trying to anything too.<br/><br/>In following moments they took to the floor. As Gordon had said he was not the best, but the amount of bodies was such that it was almost impossible to notice that fact. The duo slowly turned and shuffled in place, though Martin was probably getting more out of this than Gordon was. Not that he was particularly worried. If things went in a direction he didn't like he was more than capable of doing something about it.<br/><br/>"Is that so? Interesting," he mused aloud, otherwise letting Martin speak. So, he'd be meeting tomorrow? That seemed like a good opportunity to learn something, though they would need to be careful to not tread on important toes with the amounts of money involved.<br/><br/>He bowed as the dance came to an end. "I'll keep that in mind" He would linger a while longer in the establishment, drinking, enjoying himself, and unwinding a bit from the stress. He'd already gotten in after all, it would be a shame to leave so quickly. Especially now that he had what he came here for. He'd done his work, and now for a bit of fun.