[i]A bulkier figure arrived at the entrance; a ten foot mech in shining plates, not having seen much combat. The giant poleaxe on his back matched the wear of his body, and he awkwardly made his way to the counter beside Duskwalker.[/i] [quote]???: Motor oil, synthetic. Make it a double... feeling a little clogged up from the desert. -blam!-ing sand.[/quote] [i]The bartender nodded.[/i] [quote]Bartender: Yes... your name? Tauros: T-35, formerly T-39. Just call me Tauros for Naga's sake... and make it fast, the mage is waiting for me.[/quote] [i]The bartender nodded, running off. The mech made quite a scene, his huge body taking up a lot of space and not bothering to sit in fear of crushing the furniture. His voice and name were familiar though... something akin to Mizzouri's old life... a "mage"...[/i]