The pub is full of boisterous chatter as the Rooks celebrate another victorious gang war. They all laugh amongst themselves, clinking their mugs together as they drink their cares away. Their leader stand a top the bar, giving his usual speech, hopping down once there's nothing left to say. He plops down on a barstool, ordering another round of drinks for everyone, meeting your gaze with a sly smirk.

"Evening, love."