Taz Xvil

The four friends had just finished a round of drinks when the tavern door opens a mystery figure in a cloak walks in. They sit at the bar speaking in hushed tones to the bartender. Ox grin’s a mischievous grin at Atlas. Ox: I bet my cut of our last mission I can get whoever is under that hood to beg Taz and Rin raise an eyebrow as a slow grin spreads on their faces. They watch Atlas waiting to see if he takes Ox’s challenge.