“Yeah, been stirring the pot with the Pikers for a bit till the Division came with a better offer.” He leans back with a drink in hand.
“Honestly, it’s been fun being an outlaw again.”
His head was throbbing. He opened his eyes to notice he had arrived in a completely new but… familiar place.
It was best to get around, find some familiar faces, maybe even meet some new ones.
He checked his pocket and found his lucky coin still there. Maybe this would be a nice, new beginning.
“Oh no, it definitely is. That’s why it’s kinda fun. I used to be a smuggler and did a lot of… unsavory things before I straighten up. Now I do that and I get make sure neither Syn gets a head over the other.” Ellis smiled before pouring a drink.
“Want some?”
“Isn’t that just pure Siva?”
*slowly hides the golden gun*
Have… have you tried serving it to the Fallen in the Plaguelands?