The pub door opens, metallic boots can be heard behind you. A deep, muffled voice speaks to you. The voice is somewhat familiar. "Ah, the Duskwalker. Haven't seen you since the Coalition." The man sits down next to you, then hits a button on his wrist. His helmet folds down into his armor, revealing a worn out face with a deep scar going down his right eye. His eyes were a bright red, yet they almost seemed lifeless. "So how have you?" He says as he nods to the bartender for a drink.