Morgan came up the stairs out of the basement, where he had been inventorying the bar's stocks. He missed the old days, but running a bar wasn't a bad way to spend his retirement. As he came up behind the bar, he saw the usual mix of patrons as well as two new customers. By his garb, the first was clearly a miner who had come dirtside to spend his hard earned credits. He stepped up next to the bartender, who was just about to show the miner the beer list.
"Lad, led me make one suggestion to ye. First, ye want a pint of Huntmaster's Draught. Easily the finest lager ye've ever had. Once ye've had yer fill, head over and talk to one o' the workin' girls. I'll even get ye a first timer's discount!"
The next new customer was a bit more interesting. A spacer, by the look of her. Not too hard on the eyes, but with a bit of the rough and tumble about her. He sweeps the tricorn hat off his head and offers her a formal bow.
"Ahoy there, fair lady! Captain Morgan, at yer service! What brings ye to the finest pub on this dusty backwater?"
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