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Burning Skies Saloon
RearAdmiralZill:
*Zill removes the latter part of the meeting from his mind. Useless Council banter no doubt. He takes a drink of Clear Skies and looks around the Saloon. He was not looking forward to leaving her behind again so soon for the North. The First Raid was a logistical nightmare. A lot of good me died in that. He cringed at the thought of another. Jun'ko saw it.*
You seem to be thinking about something. And judging from that face, its not great.
Something in the meeting last night, but dont worry about it.
Well if i cant worry about it, you cant either. At least not now. *Sticks tongue out.*
Deal. Another round of shots there Yiski.
BdrLineAzn:
*BdrLine ponders for a minute wether or not tell Connor about all the happenings around the Saloon and the quests, but decides against it*
Well if you are sticking around here for a while, you'll see what happens at this place
*Back to Roland and Ny-Lee on their jog, Ny turns to him*
Your leg getting you any trouble?
Connor Mc.:
*Connor shrugs*
Well something must have happened, everybody in here is either exhausted or injured..then again it's not much different from any other taverns, pubs, saloons, whatever, I've been to. *he pauses for a moment*
Looks like I'll find out the kind of stuff that happens here anyway, considering how long these damn repairs will be
*Connor looks over at Zill and thinks to himself*
I wonder why he's covering his face with that mask..
Yiski:
-Western District--
*The couple had been jogging for almost an hour and Roland begins to lag behind Ny-Lee. Roland stops and leans back to catch his breath.*
My leg is feeling alright. You think we can... take a moment's break?
*Roland walks over to a bench and lands hard into it. He leans back with his arms splayed across the backrest.*
--Saloon--
*Yiski makes Zill and Jun'ko another round of SBS*
You two better slow down on these. Not sure on the prolonged effects.
Skyraider:
*The doors to the saloon and Skyraider walks in with the same scroll under his arm, he sets it down on a near by table and greets everyone*
"Good morrow everyone! Now. Who was the young lad who wanted to help me with this project? Because I certainly can't be bothered to get the engine myself."
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