Re: Two Neva Rouge Place
Alisdair walked into the room, his heavy, steel toe-capped army boots rapping loudly on the marble floor, and he winced a little inside at every step. He should have bought more formal shoes for this, but he had spent almost all of his remaining savings on his bed for the night. As he almost gave a sigh of relief as he reached the patio, his feet made mush less noise on the wood. He had all of his equipment with him, and his rifle was slung over his shoulder, with the remaining ammunition on a bandoleer around his waist. His revolver and trench knife were on his belt, each in their respective holsters, along with a small whet stone and a few revolver rounds. He had used up almost all his ammunition on his last job, and was relying almost entirely on Rosh's promise to provide them with bullets.
Looking around, he felt immediately out of place. His clothes were considerably more ragged than all of the other attendees, and he was clearly the only one with any real combat experience. Thought the food all looked good, and Al was once again starving, having not eaten anything since his meal the afternoon before, it was surrounded by scholars, who seemed completely engaged in a discussion, of what he couldn't tell. Looking around, and seeing neither Rosh nor Stark in the vicinity, he retreated to the grass, and, setting down his pack, sat down to wait for either of them to arrive.