Rochester Inn

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But before Clif could speak, Katarn suddenly felt some tapping on his shoulder.


The old veteran turned his head round and up to find a junker standing right beside him: he was 1.75 meters tall, had brown long hair cropped up into a ponytail, a neatly-combed goatee, and looked like he was reching his 40's; he wore a similar trench-coat to Katarn's, but this one being clean and new; his red-tinted eyes showed a similar glint of youth to Katarn's, and held an excited smile and atmosphere about him.


" ... Fenton?! Is that be you, by chance?!" Katarn's eyes widened with joy, and his grin widened happily, [color=#99FFFF]"Ye look so... grown up, from whence I first laid me eyes on ye!"

The Junker laughed as Katarn was amazed at seeing his old friend, "Yes!!! It's ME, Katarn, you old coot! I thought your memory started to lose its touch when you missed seeing me as you walked into the inn!"


The old veteran laughed very heartily at his remark, "HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHA!!! FENTON!!! IT be sooooo long te see ye, lad! Why, the last time I saw ye was when ye were still green off the academy, with a badge o' graduation and everythin!" Katarn stood up and motioned to allow the Junker the right to sit alongside them, but was refused.


"Ah... I'm sorry, Katarn... I'm a bit busy at the moment. I'm sorry we can't get together to talk about times past, and what's happened ever sine we parted ways in Liberty, since I'm now a proud captain of a Salvager named the Orichalc, and the crew's still waiting for me to come back from my break."


The Old veteran's grin didn't waver, but it was evident his eyes went a bit sadder, "... Really? ... Ah... T'is a shame, laddy... I was so hopin ye could drink s'mor grog and sing songs with me...

"Ye say ye are a Salvager captain, eh? That be good, laddy... Not many junkers be as lucky te be so aspiring as ye, lad, hahahahah..."


As the captain started to walk away, he suddenly remembered something from out of the blue that prompted him to stop and turn back to face Katarn, "... Oh yeah. Katarn... I have... information for you...

"It's concerning... Clare..."


Katarn's eyes practically shot wide open, and he almost snorted his grog out through his nose when the name Clare came out of Fenton's mouth.


Immediately he stood up and quickly went to Fenton, "CLARE?! W-WHAT?! H-H-HOW?! Have ye seen her, by any chance, laddy?!"


"No... I'm sorry once again, Katarn...

"All I have, however, was a rumor from one of my Corsair-bred crewmembers that said she was finally going back to Crete to visit her parents there. Here... I'll load up the address of her parent's house on Planet Crete into you're PDA, Katarn..." He gets out a datapad from one of his pockets and taps away at it until Katarn gets some beeping from his own trench-coat and almost immediately takes out his own and scans the files.


Katarn's eyes suddenly start to drop a few tears before replying, "... Thank ye, Fenton... This... This be great news te hear... I finally have a lead... After all these years..."


Fenton approached Katarn and placed a condoling hand on the old veteran's shoulder, "Please... It's the least I can do for what you did for me back then... And I only came up with that rumor from luck too! Joshua used to be Clare's childhood friend when she was young, so evidently he'd know the address to where she used to live...


"Give your friend my best wishes, Katarn... Safe travels." He gives a lucky smile to Katarn, then walks away slowly out the inn and back to his ship.


Katarn suddenly raised his head up to look at an imaginary sky above him, then muttered some words to himself, "... Clare... It's been... so long....


... lassy..."


He quickly sprints out the inn, leaving Clif alone to himself and the Black Grog...

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