Gin had nodded back to Xigbar when he had entered.
He liked to hang around in the Sandsea. It was, after all, his 'local'. It was comfortable, easy to get to and it gave him eyes and ears inside the headquarters of the half of the Ryoka that didn't hang around the Desert Palace as members of Khamja, willing or unwilling.
His status afforded him respect and a certain immunity from the wrong type of suspicion. Gin never made an effort to appear anything other than slightly shifty, but a Gotei 13 Captain could have no interest in the affairs of the regulars or the current owners. He could sit there, drink and occasionally hold casual conversation either with members of the Order or other patrons, all without people wondering if he was dangerous to have around. It was useful.
Spending too much money on overpriced beer in a pub in a desert city proved its worth when conversations like this one looked about to happen. Xigbar meant business and the two Ryoka that had proved a problem for certain underlings of a colleague of his were, somehow, involved. Or, at least, they were about to be.
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He liked to hang around in the Sandsea. It was, after all, his 'local'. It was comfortable, easy to get to and it gave him eyes and ears inside the headquarters of the half of the Ryoka that didn't hang around the Desert Palace as members of Khamja, willing or unwilling.
His status afforded him respect and a certain immunity from the wrong type of suspicion. Gin never made an effort to appear anything other than slightly shifty, but a Gotei 13 Captain could have no interest in the affairs of the regulars or the current owners. He could sit there, drink and occasionally hold casual conversation either with members of the Order or other patrons, all without people wondering if he was dangerous to have around. It was useful.
Spending too much money on overpriced beer in a pub in a desert city proved its worth when conversations like this one looked about to happen. Xigbar meant business and the two Ryoka that had proved a problem for certain underlings of a colleague of his were, somehow, involved. Or, at least, they were about to be.
Gin sipped his drink, customary smile in place.