Lexx, Lexington, Massachusetts
Still proudly clad in his full regalia, musket slung across his shoulder included, Amaras adjusted himself in the somewhat too-small restaurant seat, waiting for the man he was meeting to arrive. Anderson had reached out, and Amaras, in a rather good mood, had little problem accepting, directing the Congressman to the Lexington eatery, where Amaras had planned to be regardless for some refueling after the exertion of reenacting. Humming a tune to himself, hat set on the table out of politeness and old-fashioned weapon up against the wall, he folded his hands to wait.
