"Drink?" I ask Gray, letting him know I'm going to scope out the bar area for the contacts.
Gray nods and I'm off, weaving last a few rogues and to the bar where quite a few already are. It's not too populated here in the warehouse, I'd say about two hundred rogues almost, a little less. As I come to the bar and take a seat, my nerves only pile upon one another. I have no other direct protection here except for Gray, and the rest are on the boarder of the warehouse property, a bit too long to come to aid in case a gun is put to my head.
Ordering just a normal beer, I turn around, scoping out the crowd as I see small crowds gather off of the stage of the fight, betting on the winner or discussing other topics. As I'm given my beer, my fingers begin to tremble, grasping into the bottle tig
