Meanken
Chaff
Chaff walked into the Cantena. he had just finished getting his butt handed to him in the third round of the Tournament of the Gods. This had surprised him greatly. he hadn't been expecting much from the Mando he'd been put up against. Not after the first two rounds. But here he was. He'd never thought much of the Mando's. Always assumed they'd been overhyped to all hell. Clearly this was not the case for all of them. He'd gotten a nice consolation prize. Good amount of Phrik. He was having it fashioned into a better suit of armor now. For this reason, he was not in his typical black armor, going for a black trenchcoat look with a good number of knives strapped to the belt, as well as his slugthrower. He was here for a single reason. To find the guy who had so handily beaten him, and ask a few questions bout possible future employment opportunities, as Chaff had little luck in that department despite his tournament victory's. And with the 5 mill prize lost, he'd need a backup plan. he wandered over to where the guy was sitting and sat next to him. He'd call over at the bartender.
"Yo, bring us 2 beers! I'm buying!"
[member=Malik Rodarch]
"Yo, bring us 2 beers! I'm buying!"
[member=Malik Rodarch]