RP Tavern (Name never set in stone!)

[George Mills]

He looks at the statue on the bar. "Intelligent you say?" He muses. "Can I see your idea for the craft?"

[ShadedExalt]

"First, my services.  I offer many, but you specifically mentioned trading.  Is there something you need, or are you looking to sell?"

[Carn]

takes the sketch back from shaded and shows it to the new fellow

"Here, see its only got one engine and minor hull armor, kinda basket shaped, easy for him to sit in and steer.  Among his many abilities is that he seems to have a personal arsenal inside his mouth, dont ask how because not even he knows how."

[George Mills]

"Shaded, I have recently come into a large possession of wealth, through not exactly dignified methods."
He notices their looks
"No, I didn't kill anyone. Most of this treasure comes from before the Age of Air, look..." He slows Shaded the coins, imprinted with 1912. "I don't know where it came from, but it's mine now. Is there anything here that catches your eye?"

[George Mills]

He looks over at the diagram. "Have you ever heard of rust mites?"

[Carn]

"Please i grew up in Kinforth, the whole city used to be some underground factory or base of some kind, of course i know about the little blighters."

[George Mills]

He grins, showing a golden tooth. "Perfect, so you are aware of their properties?"

[Carn]

squinting at the man

"We may be talking about two different creature here, in Anglea rust mites are these little pest that eat their way through metal, accelerating the corrosion and then eating the resulting rust.  For a city like Kinforth, that's a major problem."

[George Mills]

He nods. "Yes, that is indeed, the creature I am thinking of. However, I doubt you have seen rust mites like these...I will be right back..."

[Carn]

shouting to him before he leaves "You let them buggers out anywhere near the docks and im coming after you personally"

[George Mills]

He leaves the tavern through the front door. He returns several minutes later with a jar full of reddish- brown creatures. On closer inspection they appear to be moving.

[George Mills]

He holds them up for inspection

[Carn]

looking at the jar with malevolence born of years of fighting these creatures from destroying his home city

"What do you even have those for? Keep that jar sealed."

[George Mills]

He grins almost manically.
"These...are not your regular rust mites...observe..."
He begins to open the lid

[Carn]

quickly pulling out an incendiary grenade with his finger ready to pull the pin

"I suggest that you do not open that, there's an old scrapyard half a click north. If you want to release these little buggers then do it there."

thinking to himself "then i can fry the lot of them with the Prometheus"