<strong>Kathline, Kyvas (Level 5)</strong><br/><br/>"T-thousand apologies sire! I-i just, the respected Cult Mechanicus never sends one of their numbers down this<em>low</em>in the spire, or at least does not travel without a squad of servitors. We owe our respect and life to the Cult Mechanicus for their work on keeping the ancient filtration systems running and supplying us with what we need. Emperor be praised for keeping our spirits up, but Tech-Priests deserve their share of respect for managing to keep the poisonous atmosphere outside where it belongs!" The man seemed panicked at the realization he'd just managed to offend someone of the Adeptus Mechanicus.<br/><br/>"H-had I known, I would never have called you a simple servitor, but I am but a Host and not learned in the ways of the Cult, and cannot fathom a purpose one of your most high would have to traverse without the accompanying guard." The man's voice still worried he kept bowing his head over and over, swallowing. The implied threat to his skull seemed to have done a fine job of making him far more obedient and regretful of his actions, certainly.<br/><br/>In all that hurried bowing, a well-maintained lasgun fell from his coat, hitting the floor with audible click. Embarrassedly picking it up, the man slipped it back to his coat pocket, standing up straight. "A-ah, if it would serve as an apology for my carelessness I would offer my finest room free of charge for a tenday!" The man continued, staring at Kyvas with both respect and dread.<br/><br/>Thing was, it was starting to draw others attention towards them.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Miranda, Kaltos (Level 7)</strong><br/><br/>Miranda's insisting brought her and Kaltos to find themselves shortly in a more sizable place, the sign too weathered to read but on stepping inside both of them were greeted by both smoke and the smell of different liquors and old cigars. There was tables with folks playing cards at them, and a fair share playing liar's dice at another. A short shout followed by shouts in some slang, and a series of gunshots followed that, with a guy slumping down as another shook his arm, pulling out a set of several cards from his sleeve and then putting another round into the guy's head for good measure.<br/><br/>There was a set of three bar-counters set about the place, one of them holding a fairly young woman with a low-cut top, and a fair audience of men before her. There was a more aged man behind one of the counters, with a number of older men drinking there. Lastly, a young man standing behind the third bar counter was serving drinks and the occasional set of new cards to folks coming to that bar, but most seemed to come and go, leaving him to his own peace for most part.<br/><br/>There appeared to be a fair share of people present, but none that particularily stood out to the two of them, but still, games and drinks were both available it looked, as well as a quick punishment for those who cheated.