Funky City
Matthew found himself in a small dive bar with some moody lighting. It had been a few weeks since he left his IT job to look for something more adventurous but even on the mercenary networks everything was dull, protect someone’s estate, deliver cargo, guard a parade, it was all just generic stuff.
The past hour at the bar had been relatively quiet, almost too quiet for a Nepleslian bar, but the door opened with a ring of the bell and several people walked in, and a man in a suit was in front of the group of thugs. The man looked around a moment and then spotted Matthew and headed over, sitting across from him.
“Good Good, you’re here, as you might have guessed, I have some business for you.” Matthew couldn’t remember coming in contact with this man, but based on the escorts he had, whatever he wanted, it was definitely something interesting.