Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
"Brick. His name's not Meat, it's Brick," Feo says absentmindedly as he stares across the room at Brick and his somewhat familiar-looking companion. If this was all real and Feo had lost days, it would make sense that he would stick near Brick. And Brick's companion had a stunned and confused look that matched the bewildered thoughts of Feo and the strange woman, Amaline. Somehow she seemed tied to his recent past in more ways than one. The name Stephano pulled at his memory, but who was Roderick? Feo stared at Amaline once more to consider her, "Strange that we were seen together. I have noticed you once before, but can't recall ever working with you, nor anyone who dresses like money like you do." He then walked to join Brick and his companion at their table, smiling at the former. "Brick, I don't know if you caught my conversation over there with Vargas, but maybe you or your friend can explain the strange moon and my not remembering none of the last few weeks. Either way, it's good to see you. Things haven't been going so nice for me of late. Saracens won't be hiring you anytime soon. Hell, not even sure if there are any Saracens but me left." He takes another swig of beer.