The Drunken Salamander, Freeport 18

[TFinnegan]

Wearing a kilt and sash declaring him a Gordoner of Inverness, a harried Junker bursts through the door.
He is breathless and looks about the pub chaotically, obviously looking for someone.
Approaching the bar rapidly he slaps a c-bill into a puddle of Sidewinder, and begs the bartender,

"Oy! Ave ye seen any o' th' Wake's crew?"

"Not latel...."

He is a blur heading for the door.
Slapping his commcard, he speaks into it,

"Not 'ere. Fire up the burners."

And runs out the door, the wet c-note and the startled looks on the patron's faces the only sign he was there.

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