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Keeping up with the same reasoning behind why he had been exploring just about every other zone at the moment, Olliver Samovar would eventually go on to find himself walking about the city of London. He had been here in hopes of tracking down any information that he could gather for the Hub. If he was capable of acquiring information that others simply hadn't had then he could go on to sell this information to the guilds that were supposed to be cropping up in the future. From his understanding, if there was anywhere for there to be information abound, London was the prime location for any sort of information that he should be gathering. Of course this is all due to that very particular little question mark that appears after the word [Safe] when people first arrived within the zone.
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Quite honestly unsure if he would be capable of really tracking down anything useful, Olliver had continued to meander about the empty streets of London. What was usually hundreds, if not thousands of people making their way about the city, is now a shell of what it used to be. Even after having meandered about on his own for about half an hour of so, Olliver had noticeably only really picked up on like.. Three people total? All in all, this place was starting to feel like a bust. 'Should I just head back? If there isn't much to get from here than I'll have to at least continue to check the other places. Sooner or later, I'll be able to come across a Dungeon or a Mission that will allow for this ability of mine to activate. Honestly, such pretenses...' Swaying his head from side to side, Olliver would continue on. At least, he had, until he would overhear a single sentence that would grab his attention. Not just because there had been someone speaking in general within this area but because of the contents of the sentence. There was a pub nearby.. and a pub meant drinks. Figuring that he could pawn that off to some poor sap at the very least, Olliver had begun to direct himself towards the voice.
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After a few moments of making his way around to the voice, Olliver would come upon a man whom he had never seen before. No real surprise there, given just how many people had existed within this land. Still.. That accent would place this man from the States, much like himself. 'Huh.. Suppose I should go and introduce myself.' After waddling on over to the pub seeking man, Olliver would begin to speak on up. "Well hey there!!~ You, my friend, are seeking a drink, correct? If I overheard correctly, it would seem as though you are headed towards a bar. Would you mind if I tagged along?" Of course Olliver had seen the signs that would point towards the pub itself... He had simply chosen to ignore the obvious signage and was hoping to have a companion for the time being. "I'm Olliver, by the way. Businessman Extraordinaire. Or.. shall I say, Space Merchant now?"

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