<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/CpZ09Ch.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Azzir watched as the barmaid came to serve Gabriel’s drink, but like so many others paid Azzir himself no attention - lending affirmation to the notion that they could not see him. “Next…” He mumbled and folded his hands on the table. “I have appointed one of those that will be going with you, Rushiya, to lead this first task. She’s asked that you all have an opportunity to meet. You’ll go see her and find the others. She’ll explain what comes next.” He said as he slipped from the seat.<br/><br/>“You’re going to steal something for me, and blow up a ship.” He said with the smallest of chuckles, “But I’ll let Rushiya give you the details. In the meantime Gabriel, if you need anything you can reach me at Ironwheel Works. It is a wheelwright across town.” He slipped past until he was standing beside where Gabriel was sitting. “I will seek information for you, for when next we meet.”<br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>-[End Scene]-<br/><br/></strong></span></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/></div>