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“Exactly Rina, and for you, Joaquin I didn’t not came from your Earth nor do I know anything about it, but gladly share the tale of my land if you wish to hear it.”

“Are you kidding me? I obviously want to know of an alternate Earth, WOW!” Joaquin smacked him head. “I must have the greatest luck, what scientist wouldn’t give his kids and his best friend stray up to a pit of fire for the chance to see a different world, to hear a tale of another Earth and to by HERE!”

“I will take that erratic show of emotion as “yes” from your side. For you must know that in my Earth a man know has Lindenberg von Schilgem, became a world hero when he betrayed the Nazi party before they could cause any harm. Lindenberg when as far as to run for president and he was voted right away by the Jewish community. How little did they knew, Lindenberg had being dead for years and that the man they elected was a shell for the real disaster.”

“What a real disaster? That man took Hitler out and prevented WWII! What can by more of a disaster then allowing any of that to happen?” asked Joaquin.

“Lindenberg had a dirty pass. Much from his actions to his abrupt result and violent tendencies, allow more to be desire from him. His eventually affiliation with the Deghreek made even more shaky results.”

“Who are the Deghreek?” asked Rina before Joaquin could do the same.

“I would much rather not lie to you two youths, so I well not tell you who they are for I do not know myself. I was about your age when it happen,” he pointed at Joaquin. His melancholic eyes given not a glance of happiness. “Oh dear, all of our talking has made us forget that our intentions were to get to Smoke in Water and I’m not wrong its about five more steps and, bravo!” trying to smile.

The small bar was nearly hidden by tall trees, it windows were blacken as if for it not to by spotted during the night, it been build in the side of a rocky hill. As to waste less building material, so it was rather simplistic two windows, an a door which light shinned through. Father Aaron enter first fallow by Rina, the outside had much to by said while the inside was completely different; it seemed to by as modern has Joaquin’s world. A dark-hair bartender stood behind the counter cleaning dirty glasses. Many odd figures were gather around round green tables.
The first table contained the oddest group, all them playing poker. The dark-hair man he had recently meet, a shirtless man with exotic tattoos covering his naked chest, while the last man was a typical cowboy. No the man was not a cowboy, a mercenary perhaps, a lawless scum or laconic outlaw, it was hard to tell has his black poncho hid most of his body while his dark hat, did the same for his face.

Joaquin ignored the outlaw and try to move between them and the second table containing an assort of shady characters; a scientist with equally white skin as his lab coat and gloves has dark has the night, the second man was the familiar-face knight and the third was rather curios man, who stuck his head out to look at all them pass by. The curious man had hair length that amazing, touching the floor and even reaching near the door, and even so his silver-blonde remain hair sparkling clean.

“Excuse me what do you have?” asked Joaquin.

The curious man keep looking at him without any regard of been seen by them. “Renton my friends, please quench this thirst souls, with some of your magnificent cider.” said a lonely man in the third table. Renton the bartender give them all a glass of apple cider.

“Please take a sit.” the man stud up, only sitting down when everyone had a sit. “Please allow me to present myself, Dashiell Maltése.” Dashiell was a true dandy, his red suit match his dark shoes and white gloves.

“Thank you.” said Rina

“May I ask what is a man of your caliber doing around here?” asked Father Aaron

“The same anyone of us lowlifes, is doing here. Looking for information and people.” spoke the tattoo-man, throwing more money to the table. The other gamblers were quite excited about this.

Joaquin got up ignoring Dashiell questions and Rina shouts. Instead he made his way straight for the bartender Renton, who held up a book he recognized has, Underworld Zero. But that was not all, Renton’s book collection seemed to by made of unreleased and never before seen books; Underworld Reloaded, Inferno Requiem, Angelic Requiem, Time Requiem, High Velvet , the Sultan of the Sun and the Earthbound Spirits.

“How did you get those books? Half of them are soon to be release.”

“I obtained them from my acquaintances.” replied Renton in a thick strange accent.

“Could I possibly---”

“I finally found you Vladimir!” shouted a man who just burst into the room. Joaquin looked at the man, he was soak from head to toe, has if he dived in a river. It didn’t take much for Joaquin to remember this man, Zora Lagonda. Zora’s face had been horrible disfigured from the last battle, a lot his teeth were gone and his left eye was damage to the pain it remain still, while most of his nose was gone a tremendous scar was left from Mr. Bowie punch.

The dark-hair man turned around eyeing Zora. “And my crime I presume, is being involved in your latest facial deformation? Correct me if I’m wrong, but was it not you who said, “I can take them out with single strike.” Yet it seems to me has if they were the ones to take you out.”

Zora was boiling in anger and without thinking he threw himself at Vladimir. One can’t say what really happen, other then Zora was beat to near dead by a rain of punches.

“We are not in the same level.” said Vladimir. To Joaquin and his companions this was really impossible, not only had Vladimir clearly not moved from were he was sitting. His right hand still held his playing cards!

The tattoo-man got up leaving his cards behind and taking two katars with him. “I believe you are searching for Karlam, I’m right?” he asked while placing the katars in his hands.

“Yes! Do you know where he is?” asked Joaquin desperately.

“As matter fact yes, he was heading to District M. He said something about “taking care of all those who possess a portion of the infra-will.” But what is it to you boy?”

“I need to find him --- sorry I got really cut up with all of this, hi my name is Joaquin Claremont.” he stretched his hand with air of anxiety.

The man shook his hand, using his free hand. “Marlon, no last name no relationship.”

“Marlon can you take us there?”

“It depends my partner here has business of his own, do you think you the old man and the forge-master can keep up with us?” he asked rocking back in for.

“Do not antagonize them. They seemed like well behave people, will take them to District M, from there own they can do anything they wish.” answer Vladimir. Joaquin saw that he was stepping on Zora’s hand on purpose, who refuse to scream or give in to the punishment.