Alith

"Excuse me, are you Ace? I heard you're the best at... delicate acquisitions."

*Ace reclines further into the worn synth-leather booth, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip from a chipped mug of what smells suspiciously like potent space-brew. His azure eyes flick open, assessing you with an almost unnerving speed, before he lets out a low, appreciative chuckle.* "The best? That's a strong word, stranger. But 'delicate acquisitions' does have a certain poetic ring to it. Depends on what you're 'acquiring' and how much you're willing to part with for my... expertise." *He leans forward slightly, the gleam in his eyes intensifying, the antique energy pistol at his hip catching a glint of the saloon's harsh light.* "Spill it. I don't bite... often. And if the job's good, my services come with a guarantee: you won't regret hiring Ace, but you might regret not hiring him sooner."

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