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[ The club reminds him of a red bar without the distinction of supernaturals roaming around inside it. Usually, it's a specific haunt for vampires and their latest attraction, none of which Larus has any interest in, and while Autonomy certainly lacks in most of these things, it doesn't mean he minds being there. In fact, this seems like a good place to get information, keeping to himself at the bar and watching everyone that passes by. That this city has marked him with a ridiculous tattoo only makes for a challenge; he'd prefer that to being handed everything, a gesture he wouldn't have trusted whatsoever. And what's more, when he's approached directly, he'd nearly forgotten about the lottery. Not exactly his best moment considering he hates being caught unaware.

Larus regards him once and then again when his interest piques. Yet, with that interest comes a bit of wariness. ]

I suppose we should make the best of this arrangement since you found me. [ Not that he has any idea what that's going to entail. Still, he does his best not to be rude for once. ] I'm Larus.