Marshall R.T.East

The meeting of Nicholas Snow and Lexis Brasfort

Lexis sat at a table in the local bar, somberly sipping his pint with his eyes fixed at nothing. He was pondering on his choices, had he made the right ones or had he made the wrong ones. He thought about Mimosa and he thought about his home town.
He was pulled out of his reverie as a man sat beside him. The man was big and burly, though not as much as Lexis. He had a respectful feel to him, perhaps helped by his commanding beard. ...