Difference between revisions of "Cliff Daniels"
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− | + | A grizzled mug, fists like hammers, and a voice like grinding stones. A towering man squatting at a bar sipping at a glass of dark gold. Three men lay at his feet, broken amidst shattered bottles and blood. The bartender is unfazed, and continues to wipe down his counter with a stained cloth. A sound, barely perceptible, draws the giant's attention to a small brown rat in his lap. Daintily he takes the rodent in hand, and strokes the fur of its back. With a sigh, he slaps a twenty on the worn oak surface and rises to his feet. | |
+ | "Time to go to work." | ||
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