"Well isn't this getting crowded," Alex said as he looked at all the other legends arriving. So many people, so little time, and an assassin who still needed to die. Alex stood up and shrugged off the old and dirty cloak he had been wearing in hopes of disguising his appearence. He was wearing his usual adventuring/fighting clothing: black boots (with padded soles for extra comfort), dark green cloth pants (a little loose for extra mobility), a white short-sleeved shirt (same style as the pants), and strips of white cloth wrapped around his hands and forearms (just for the hell of it).
"Well since mister-five-year old over here can't finish a sentance without getting distracted by something shiny," Alex said, gesturing at Soan, "I might as well go first– err... second, considering miss Adeze here already announced her problem aloud before you arrived Josh. Well her problem is my problem because an assassin tried to kill me last week too. She was good and I got lucky, but I managed to catch a glimpse of a tattoo on her thigh. It looked like a flower with a scythe blade – I'm not too sure though, I didn't get a good look at it. Although she did have rather admirable assets." Alex paused for a moment, lost in a fantasy over the woman who tried to kill him. That last though broke him out of it. "Oh, on a side note, nice to see you again, you're looking well. And might I add what a fine choice for a lady friend."
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