— Morning —
Unbeknownst to the trouble he had caused for Strauss, Maximilian, wearing the Glasses of Ordinarity, had arrived at the Rust Gate bar in The Fringe.
Dressed in a long black coat, black pants, leather shoes, and a white shirt, Maximilian looked more like a mild-mannered salaryman, or perhaps a doctor who couldn't even kill a mosquito, thanks to the effects of the Glasses of Ordinarity.
The moment he walked into the bar unescorted, several thugs immediately took notice. A few stood up and began approaching, clearly thinking he was an easy target.
"Leave him alone, you dipshits. He's my client," a familiar voice called out, halting the thugs in their tracks.
They turned to see a woman with a ponytail, a black metallic military-grade prosthetic right arm, and two gun holsters at her sides. The faint red glow of her cybernetic eye shining behind her bangs made them involuntarily shudder and retreat.
