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This stinks, thinks the fairly large fellow sitting at a table he somehow managed to acquire for just himself. Typically sporting an average crowd, this afternoon seems to be especially busy for whatever reason. Raising an empty glass in the air, "Bartender! Another if you would please, sir! Thank you!" he bellows over the noisy crowd before setting the glass back down and returning to his thoughts. There's got to be more than this for me. What's it been? Six? Eight months? A year? Not a word, not a hint, not a peep I've heard from her. Can't get anyone to hire me in this garbage town either. No thanks to those worthless Iomedaens. Hmph, to the Abyss with 'em. When the waitress brings him his drink, the warrior hands over the coin and one extra. "Thank you, sweetheart. Don't spend it all in one place," he tells her, winking. Watching her as she takes her leave, he takes a drink and scans the place, sighing in frustration. If I don't stop handing out coin like I'm made of it, I'll be broke before I leave. Women, I swear. Well... her anyway. Maybe this place'll hire me, he thinks before shaking his head at the ridiculous notion. He then rests his forehead upon his hand, staring into the table in thought while strumming the fingers of his other hand. For crying out loud WHERE is the real work? You've got to be kidding me. I should be doing something greater than this penny-anny garbage. This is embarrassing. What an absolute joke.

With his head down, he never notices the latest patron to walk in. The stranger takes a moment to study the room and nothing off-hand catches her eye initially. Typical folks sitting, drinking, and talking. And then she catches sight of the large fellow by himself with his head upon his hand and his fingers tapping, apparently in deep thought. Studying him through narrowed eyes for a moment, eventually there's a twinkle in her eye and a grin forms. Distraught? Desperate? Doomed? All of the above? Hmmm. That one might prove useful. Let's find out if he's still worth anything. As she walks over towards him, the big guy just so happens to raise his head at the last minute. With a smirk at the slight reddish impression upon his forehead, "This seat taken?" she asks, sounding somewhat... playful?

Emmanuel takes a moment to focus, going from a look of curiosity to a look of what appears to be recognition. "Well I guess it is now," he responds, cutting his vision from left to right as quickly and as nonchalantly as possible before turning his attention back to her.

Taking a seat, "Just your typical lady looking for a bit of... let us just say 'assistance', if you will. You see, I'm looking for someone who could possibly aide me with a certain situation and I think you could just be that someone," she says, drawing a raised eyebrow from him. Not wasting another moment, she leans in closer and drops her voice to barely audible. "Okay, I'm just going to get to the point and you tell me if I got this right, my dear gentleman friend. You look to me as one who needs something more than what you currently have. This is probably your day to day life and you are simply passing the time until you grow old and die because you ultimately have nothing. I am here to offer you work. And if that goes well, there will be more work. And if that goes well, then, you get the gist. The potential to go far is real and the pay is good. Real good. But even if the pay was half of what it currently is, or possibly even less for that matter, that would still be good enough for you, no?" she finishes and leans back out with a smile of absolute confidence painted upon her visage.

The big man can't help but smile back, even unable to refrain from letting out a light chuckle. He then leans in, keeping his eyes trained on hers and whispers, "I knew there was a reason I liked you, my dear Cimri, you are a beautiful piece of work. And it's about time too," he says giving a wink. "Now... where do I sign?" he asks, completely prepared for a change of venue as he leans back out and places his hands behind his head, grinning victoriously.....

Stokes was orphaned very young. Young enough to never know his parents. He was raised at the local temple of Iomadae within Longacre for a time until he became too unruly and was promptly 'thrown out' as it were. At least, that's the way he sees it. He will never forget that. And he's had to manage on his own ever since. Between that time and now, he's learned a great deal about the Dark Prince and have found him to be quite intriguing.

Stokes sports short blonde hair and blue eyes, extremely chiseled features and a scar that catches him from head to chin. And instead of it being a scar that most would look away from, it actually complements him interestingly well. He's also fairly largely built with the height to match.