[i]Ever since Avalon fell to that hellhole of a planet Exia didn't have a reason to stay there, now he works as a mercenary, usually escorting supply ships across the galaxy. Sitting in his private booth in the back of the bar, he now waits for decent work or at least decent company.[/i] [b]Exia sighs and sips his third chardonnay[/b] [spoiler]open to anybody [/spoiler]