Den of the damned

[TFinnegan]

Tim cocks his head towards Murphy, whispering.

"Ye keep yer eye on that 'un." nodding towards the stranger, "An' yer hand close ter yer pistol, aye?"

Turning back to X, his sly grin seeps into his beard.

"Well lad, I'll tell ya, " He says, straightening his worn leather vest, "I've been enjoyin' Colonial lodgings, fer a time."

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"T'were no bloody vacation, I can tell ye." here, he cricks his neck, bones crackling "An' I got some unfinished business in the Taus 'cause of it."

His grin becomes both melancholy and evil as he daydreams about what is to come.

"But I've finally gotten me albatross ter fly, Ef ye follow me. An' I'm fixin' ter fly on over in 'er and settle some old scores. Dropped in fer a drink to see me old associate," He grins at his bipolar friend. "on the way, ya know...."

The tavern wench delivers a bottle of scotch and three shotglasses. Finn pats her on the hindquarters and shoves her off in the direction of the bar.

"Ya joinin us there, son?" A raised eyebrow indicates Doc Death.

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