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Burning Skies Saloon
Yiski:
--Saloon--
Lauren was beginning to eat her words from earlier. The saloon slowly started filling up and it soon filled to capacity. Now she was wishing there was nobody in the saloon so she could go back being bored. Lauren was quickly moving between patrons and tables serving all the drinks necessary. She mentally whined.
"Yiski! I need help!"
--Zill's Warehouse--
The silence was ripe with apprehension and tension.
Yiski
"First off, you can thank my for not tannin' either of you. Second, be thankful that witnesses have poor eyesight."
Zill
"Not like you would've turned us in anyways."
Yiski
"That's besides the point." *sigh* "Just tell me this. Does the box contain any info as to why either us or the city is being targeted?"
Zill
"Nope."
Yiski
"Good enough. You might want to see Oliver or something because you look like a scrap heap. Once you're patched up, stop by for a drink. Skies know we need it."
Yiski waves as he leaves the warehouse and heads for the saloon.
Gabranth:
--- Quote from: Captain Lockheart on May 24, 2013, 01:39:35 pm ---
*slides a pouch of coins to Gabranth.*
Lockheart
" rent yourself a apartment in the docks, their not the nicest but it'll do*
--- End quote ---
*Puts the pouch in his Vest*
Gabranth:
"Thank you mate! The floor is indeed not very comfortable. When we see eachother again , I owe you a few Drinks!"*sighs*
"Mh I guess I could work at the Docks for instance...
Well whatever , Good luck with your arm!" *raised his Glass in Lockhearts direction*
Coldcurse:
-salloon-
coldcurse takes a seat next to lockheart.
captain coldcurse:
"those barrels are filled with wine from the outern regions. i had to get it alone because my crew died in battle."
coldcurse grabs the guitar and plays some old songs from the outern region.
he notices lauren behind the bar, he waves at her.
captain coldcurse:
"hello there pretty lady, may i ask your name?"
Honeybadger:
-The Roof of The Burning Skies-
Honeybadger
What the fuck happened last night?
Honeybadger scratches his head and then realizes he is on top of the saloon. After the initial shock, he lowers himself down and latches himself onto a window and tries to open it.
Honeybadger
Cmon you peice of shit...
Just as Honeybadger unlached it, his grip let go and he fell to the floor in front of the saloon door. He dusts himself off and walks in.
Honeybadger
Good morning, or rather afternoon...
Captain Lockheart:
* turns to Honeybadger.*
Lockheart
" ahoy my man. "
* takes a drink of one of the hellfires, then slides the other to the seat honeybadger was heading to*
" you look tired from those bloodshot eyes, I was saving it for me'self but you look like you need a wake up call"
* chuckles, and drinks some more hellfire*
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