The Gold Tear Pub

[Andy]

th're be'ng two thin's I be fear'ng mr. phantom, said liam calmly while looking straight into the eyes of his guest,
one of'em be'ng witouth beer, the oth'r one I be not know'ng yet.

'bout the kussies liam continued, we've been bragging baffers since we've start'd. we've seen more men
an'boys die from 'eir side, then on'our side.

as liam was talking about the good faith he had about his men against kusarians and bretonians,
the past of himself, how he did what he had to do, to get in this position within the molly council.

hours went by and beer flowed freely from the bar, it was a evening like usual for any molly.
tough one person was slower, and more carefully looking around, the bartender noticed that the beer
of liam's guest was flat again, and refreshed his beer.

dead kussies and dead baffers is'nt all we "want" said liam calmly,
at th's point I be send'n some people into places whe're no molly has gone b'fore.
but today our conversation be ended, Liam handed over a small pass to his guest,
on it was printed a number and some text very clearly, (~696~ Cabin -Bridge deck-)
get yer sleep, 'morrow at 9 we be talkin' further. said liam with a smile on his face,
knowing that he just gave his guest a place near the staircase, where it was noisy all night long.
He walked out of the Pub, in a straight line, wondering how his guest would walk out.

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