Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Aurigae]

The ever-gallant Dementia, a luxury liner that belongs to Dr. Ray D'Inverno, a freelancing researcher, has just finished the mooring procedures at the Barrier Gate.

Ray already knew the place - if you need to find trustworthy freelancers in need of a good job, they'd be here. Not to mention absolutely random interesting people here and there.

And there was a good job to offer.

He moved through the station's commotion, finally reaching a place known as the Lone Drunkard - despite the name, the pub was very decent, letting a security camera take a picture of him on the way - a picture of a relatively old man, 63 years old according to his publically availible info, his hair almost completely turning gray, a small but noticeable scar on his cheek.

The researcher found a free table by one of the walls, ordered a Sangria cocktail and began to browse information on his datapad, sometimes looking for people that seemed at least mildly interesting...

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Discovery's Resident Lagnom