Wolfias
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Taking seat at nearby table the chair creaking under his 300 pound bulk. ''Glenvilet scotch, double double, neat, if you please Bartender.'' Placing his large hands on the table with fingers interlacing, breathing out a long seemingly tired sigh. ''Long day of training, I'm getting too damned old for the MMA fight scene.''