James Watson strolled through the front of the Inn. It was clean as ever... well, as clean as it could be, considering the paperwork involved with the housekeeping of the faction.
On a stool by the counter sat a man wearing the typical IND shirt. He had a mug of what looked like an alcoholic beverage in his left hand, right hand resting over some papers. The man took a swig from his mug, and as James approached, he started to lose his balance slightly.
Whoa there cowboy, that stuff's strong. Best not down it too fast eh? Bad things could happen, like you conking out on the floor for one...
S'cuse me, where're my manners. Me name's James Watson, pleased to meet you sir! And you're name is?
The man turned his head, and with bleary eyes, started his response. He was a bit too tipsy for James' liking, so he steadied him and interrupted the response.
Hey, don't worry about it. I can tell by the name badge. Mr Eppstein, nice to meet ye mate...
Oh, I see you're looking at buyin' yourself a trading vessel then? All I can say is that I do have an Advance Train myself, easily takes care of single opportunist fighter pilots looking for a quick buck. Also, the Tanker's okay, I guess, but its a bit too large and cumbersome. However, if I were you, I'd be lookin' at a Whale. Them things might not have much in the way of armour or armament, but they're small, and great value for money.
Them three are the only three choices you really got, unless you want a container transport. I owned one of them for a time, it was golden to chew up gunboats solo in one. Really, can't beat that one for protection. Bit large though eh? Not too good for the old asteroid fields, if you get me drift.
And, mind if I join you for a drink? I need one after eating all that Hessian Pinkberry Jam. It was so delicious... come to think about it, I need to speak to Jay about that, we might've caught on to a winner if all the Hessian Tear jam is as delicious as those two jars I bought...
James took a seat next to Mr Eppstein and began reminiscing about the great taste of the two jars of jam that he had bought from the Hessian Tears in Sigma 13.
Mmmmmmm. James licked his lips at the mere thought of it.
Sophie started to look at James in a confused way, baffled by his odd expressions as he remembered the taste of the jam.
