Luxor || A warm place on Akabat

[Omicron]

Terry was busy... and increasingly stressed. Checking through supply manifests, currently stocked commodities and food reserves, he internally questioned their ability to keep up with their schedule. Coming back from rear of the barcount, he addressed Kyra not minding other customers. "We lack Bretonian foodstuffs, including gin which never arrived with latest transport... this is logistic nightmare." He stated, bringing some bottles of closely unspecified drinks but surely an alcoholic beverage.

"On other hand... local production. I haven't tasted it myself but it may fit their tastes, given they produce it themselves." Terry said, placing two bottles at fairly visible place to advertise its availability to the current and future customers.

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