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[Long ago, Felix was in the Navy... the key word being "was." After losing his leg to a cannonball, he opted to retire and live a safer, if not much quieter life in Barcaza, using the talents left him: mainly, his voice.
He performs every night at The Lash, himself and an old, worn-down Spanish guitar. Shanties, ballads, whatever the customers will have that night; but he always ends with the same song. Afterwards, or between sets, he sits himself down with whatever clientele will have him, sharing gossip and drinks, or playing games. This weekend, with Arkady's card deck in hand, he's trying out a few new things.]
((Open, multithreads welcome, etc. etc. etc. This is his routine every night of the port, so pick a night and jump in!))
He performs every night at The Lash, himself and an old, worn-down Spanish guitar. Shanties, ballads, whatever the customers will have that night; but he always ends with the same song. Afterwards, or between sets, he sits himself down with whatever clientele will have him, sharing gossip and drinks, or playing games. This weekend, with Arkady's card deck in hand, he's trying out a few new things.]
((Open, multithreads welcome, etc. etc. etc. This is his routine every night of the port, so pick a night and jump in!))