Nimrod Novek
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"...." Nimrod lets out a small impatient huff as he takes a puff from his cigar. His rough calloused finger taps on the tavern's table as a scowl spread on his usual stoic face. His grey eyes alerts as he looks around, his other hand fiddling with a gold coin from his pouch. All while his crew mates grins, knowing their Captain's currently waiting for his lover to arrive.