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Burning Skies Saloon

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Skyraider:
Sky nodded towards Althea.

Sky
"I would shake your hand but it seems you still have your weapons drawn...."

Sky sits down at a table and chuckles behind his mask, thinking about what Yiski has to deal with now. Then realizes something.

Sky
"Wait a minute.... why did the Council give you a babysitter? Aren't we good enough to protect you, or do you not trust us to get the job done?"

Honeybadger:
He looks at Yiski slightly relieved.

Messenger
"I'm afraid it isn't that simple. You see, this is a will. I have special instructions to, well. Read it to you..."

He started to twidle his thumbs

Yiski:
--Saloon--

Yiski looks at Sky.

Yiski
"Apparently so. Being alone for a two hours caused a manhunt for me which didn't end until I jumped out of a two-story window."

Yiski then hears the messengers stipulation.

Yiski
"Alright. What's the message?"

Honeybadger:
He quickly opens the letter and takes out the piece of paper

Messenger
"Ok, it reads: ..."

Dear Yiski, How are you? I'm dead. Yes I'm dead, so dead, dead deaders.
Messenger
"This goes on for a little while, I'll skip ahead..."

Anyway. I need to ask you to do a favor for me. A last request as it is. I need you to make sure I'm buried, and throw a funeral for me. When I'm buried it doesn't matter but your the reason I got killed in the first place. At least I assume. Anyway I would appreciate if you did this for me.

Why am I asking this? Because when you were doing the nasty I'm sure at least once you fantasized about my bloody corpse during your vinegar strokes.

I don't know who shot me but here's a list of people who I think did.
The messenger's eyes get wide as he flips through the packet of pages

Messenger
"This is a long list... Alright here we go."

Notice your not on the list because as much as you probably wanted to, you never had the pleasure. And while I'm a rotting corpse I'll take pride on the fact that even though a thousand men were after me. You were the closest and you never got to put a bullet in my brain.

So throw me a funeral or I'll haunt you. OooOOOoooHH. Not really.

And please. Bury me with my memento's, my most prized possessions. And give all my gold to Roland and Ny-Lee. I never managed to get them a wedding gift so five thousand gold should suffice.

I think Dylan had a eulogy so he can read that.

Best wishes

~Honeybadger
Messenger
"Alright. That's all. Although it's strange that he gave it to me so soon from his death. It's a shame, he must have died this morning."

The messenger sighs and starts to pull out his clipboard.

Skyraider:
Sky listened closely to the messenger, he was completely confused about why this guy had a death wish from Honeybadger.

Sky
"Wait, that's weird. Last I checked, that kid was still alive. Why did you get a letter from him asking to be buried?"

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