Bar / Lounge of Freeport XXI, a place where everyone can relax

[Gypsie]

Gyp peeked again. The guy talking to the dressed monkey was clearly inviting him to join the conversation. Being cautious, Gyp decided to study the situation a bit more before joining them at their table, so he sat somewhat far from them and took out his skratchbook. He pretended to be writting some important stuff but he was obviously staring at the inter-specific conversation. In all his life, the only 'intelligent' beings he had encountered had been humans. He hadn't ever even seen a Nomad ship, said to be common in Baffin, and taking into account the heavy state of altered conciousness he was in at the moment, prudence seemed to be the best way to go.

The bartender approached him and offered something to drink.

Just plain water from Gran Canaria, and peanuts. I'll be joining those people there in no time anyways. As soon as I figure out if they'd chew me alive or not... By the way, that IS a dressed, parlant monkey, am I right?

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Malaclypse Freeport