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Burning Skies Saloon
Mill Wilkinson:
Whistling a sad tune fitting of the current state of the city Wilkinson walked, his field cap pushed back. He wore a nice set of tools and calibers on his girdle, but the grey uniform he wore only had the insignia of airship gunner corporal on it. His step was light, but careful sidestepping stones let loose by the barrage. Occasional bystanders steered clear of the man, as he carried a Ceraenen pistol which, to an observant viewer, seemed to have seen serious service.
After some half-an-hour of searching he found what seemed to be a mostly intact tavern. Curious, he walked in to follow the demands of his grumbling stomach. "'Scuse me, ladies and gents", he smiled while walking towards the counter, "but I am hopeful that you might have something to eat. Been two days since my last full meal, and I'd kill for some good grub right about now." His smile was genuinely cheerful as he addressed the pair behind the counter.
Yiski:
Yiski took a look at the newcomer asking for a free meal. If it was anyone else at a different time, Yiski would've thrown him out, but there were three things preventing that. First, Lauren would throw Yiski out first. Despite her rough demeanor when handling strangers and new people, she had a soft spot for down and out folks. Second, in the current state of the city, it would be horrible form to deny aid to those who may have lost everything. Third, he could never turn away a fellow airmen.
Yiski
"Give me a minute."
Yiski heads to the back and throws together a quick sandwich. It wasn't fancy, rather made from a couple leftover meat and vegetables from last night's dinner. He brought it back out and handed it to the newcomer with a mug of Anvalan Reserve.
Yiski
"It's not five-stars, but it should suffice."
Mill Wilkinson:
Sniffing the air that carried the scent of the sandwich the man sighed in delight, took his field cap off and sat next to the dinner. He picked his pocket and landed a couple of coins on the counter. "Ah yes, this is really something", he smiled after whopping down the first bite and greeting it with a sip from the mug. "Especially if you've been on flight-rations for a couple of weeks."
After that, the man was silent during the sandwich's final moments. In his eating was almost a religious quality, not sharing his attention to anything else but the consumption of what seemed like ambrosia sent from the Seven Heavens.
After carefully wiping the last crumbs and gulping the fine ale he seemed more lively than before. "Sir", he addressed the creator of his dinner, "might I be as bold as to ask some sort of employment from somewhere? My previous ship went to scraps and the captain seemed to dislike the idea of being responsible for a few low-wage crewmembers without government support, and thus I am in the somewhat desperate situation of being unemployed in a town nobody knows me and everybody has more grievous issues to handle than the welfare of some landed gunner."
RearAdmiralZill:
-Saloon-
It took the couple much longer than usual to get to the saloon, thanks to Zill. They entered, and he made his way to sit permanently at the bar. A few people stared at him, and then "Lilly." He gave them a glare that could be seen even through his mask and goggles, prompting them to turn away. He looks at Yiski and gives him a low tone
Zill
"Hey Yiski, I could use a Clear Skies coming all night till close. "Lilly" here could use some Sake. She's been cooped up awhile and done some things she isn't proud of."
Honeybadger:
Honeybadger, who is currently napping on the couch with his feet up on the opposite chair pushed the hat up from his eyes and reached into his coat pocket, he pulled out his pocket watch, sighed, then took the bottle out from his coat pocket and stared at it, then in the hole in the wall.
Honeybadger
I hope he doesn't make me fix that...
Honeybadger slowly starts toward the door.
Honeybadger
Now I'll just go outside and find my bag.
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