Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

Juan walked in the Boozer's Lounge just as Gentle had broken out the case of alcohol.

"Hermano! I heard rumors of your return, but couldn't take them for face value until I came here and saw with my own eyes. Whiskey I take it?" Lucendez eyed the bottles, and with a gesture from Gentle, Juan poured himself a drink and passed the glass under his nose.

"Hmm, wonderful stuff. So, have you decided who exactly you're going to be striking against first? I can understand if that's top secret OPG business and all, but don't tell me you haven't given it some thought. I've personally got to get out and bash some Nomads. I've been hold up in Crete, need to get out and make sure I can still shoot straight! Heh." He threw back the last of the whiskey in his glass and grimaced.

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair