The Forge is perhaps the most exclusive club on Xuria, it's membership consisting entirely of the pilotry of Hammer and Anvil. The walls are a beautifully polished wood. The furniture is extravagant. The food is excellent, and it is populated wall to wall with the noble warriors of this world.
It's a gambling night, of course. The members are together to drink and talk, to rub elbows, and make wagers of preposterous amounts against each other.
Is this a usual haunt for you, or did it used to be? In any case, tonight you're here to locate, and talk to, Lord Kles, and in fact you've found him. He's at a gambling table, of course, and there, next to him is Gorey. Kles is wigged in the current fashion of course, as are most of the people here. Gorey likes to play the brute, and wears the corvus as a badge of honor.
Gorey takes the cigar from between his lips, offering a smile, before bringing a glass of expensive liqour to his lips. "Kanishka! It's been an age since I saw you in here. I remember you being rather good, not too surprising since we both learned from the same man, eh? Sit, we'll deal you in." The other Lords-pilot shift their eyes between you, him and each other, interested in the subtle tension in the air.