Hello To an Old Face

Rolando was frustrated. He was mad that he hadn't been invited to look over the ship more than he already had. He was frustrated he was stuck on this station in the middle of no where where everyone suspected him of being a bad person, and also frustrated that Darla was so uninteresting as a person and that his attempt at dating her seemed like a really really bad idea. He was mainly walking with his head down through the main concourse when someone called out his name. Which was strange because most of the people on Rim just ignored him out of fear of him as a shifter like the dock supervisor. So it was rather strange for a man in a black suit with dark black hair calling out his name, even weirder so that he had set out a plate of real actual food and not just paste with vegetables across from himself.

"Do I know you?" The man had pale skin, but otherwise looked like several businessman Rolando had met when he lived with his father. The only really weird thing was his clothes were severely dated looking and not at all in a modern style.

"No, well not in a way that any of you people know any of the rest of you."

"That's a delightfully vague and unsettling way of saying no." Rolando was standing at the table, trying to decide if he should sit down or not.

"Sit Mr. Lorentino, I prepared a meal for you."

"Yeah I'm kind of leery of that, real food is not easy to get out here and we just had our first ship after like a couple days, so even with refridgeration and such I don't know where or even what this food is." The man smiled.

"Other than delicious? Boy you are your fathers child, though he never turned down a meal much to his own detriment several times over."

"Well that explains it you're one of my fathers friends, failed with Valrym and now he's trying you to get to me? Look I appreciate that dad wants to mend fences or whatever, but they are broken and no amount of his contact list can change that, even if I would kind of want his help right now." The man smiled.

"I always appreciate the lack of logic in the Lorentinos, glad to know you have that from his as well, as to your fear he sent me, I haven't spoken to Trezlan in hundreds of years." Rolando did take a seat and tried his best to not eat the food even though it looked so appetizing.

"So you subscribe to the same insanity my father peddles about being hundreds of years old."

"Just shy of a thousand last I checked, longevity by the use of death magic, funny how that works right?"

"Right, and you are Mr.?"

"Hanlon."

"Have a first name Hanlon?"

"Not that I can remember, maybe Trezlan does." He smiled wide like a shark does, it unsettled Rolando in much the same way it unsettles his father.

"What can I do for you Mr. Hanlon?"

"Its not what you can do for me, its what I can do for you Lieutenant." Hanlon smiled and somewhere in the back of Rolando's mind there was a memory dying to fight to the service and that memory was screaming "Don't trust Hanlon!!" alas like most things with memory, it was lost in the moment.