Manhattan bar

[Chucc]

After more scrutiny, he recognized a familiar face or two walking in his direction.

Stepping forward he held out his left arm, clasping the forearm of Bernard.

"Good to finally meet you. I am Renno, son of Ghonka. Descendant of the legendary Seneca. I greet you." Came the surprisingly cultured voice. "Care for some Whiskey?" He waives toward the bottle.

Turning to the second man, again holding out his arm. He says, "You must be Hoodlum. Again its a pleasure. Thanks for the invite and warm welcome. I couldn't help but hear your dillema. Why not name it 'Iroquios' ? After all, without them there would never have been a New York, or so the stories go. Much less a Liberty. Old Terran lore of my people." He waives toward the table.

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Looking into returning, maybe.