[Speedwagon has a great many skills, including close-range combat, professional intimidation, and intense moral support, but, unfortunately, he's what one would call "directionally challenged", especially in this strange place. He knows London well enough simply by years of living there, but this city, with it's winding roads and backtracking alleys...yes, he's not faring well.
So, when he arrives to their decided meeting place, it's with a look of extreme triumph that doesn't really fit the situation. Actually, his appearance is a mess of contradictions in and of itself: he's dressed simply, but with a ridiculously extravagant checkered silk hat; he has a hard face with a deep scar ruining the right side, but a wide grin as he locates Dave at his table.]
Ah! You must be who I'm looking for!
[He sits down, still smiling broadly. One of his front teeth is slightly chipped.]
That was kind of you to send a picture, really. It's rather crowded in here!
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So, when he arrives to their decided meeting place, it's with a look of extreme triumph that doesn't really fit the situation. Actually, his appearance is a mess of contradictions in and of itself: he's dressed simply, but with a ridiculously extravagant checkered silk hat; he has a hard face with a deep scar ruining the right side, but a wide grin as he locates Dave at his table.]
Ah! You must be who I'm looking for!
[He sits down, still smiling broadly. One of his front teeth is slightly chipped.]
That was kind of you to send a picture, really. It's rather crowded in here!