Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Marrone]

Reggie was sort of hit by the wave of enthuesiasm, he just smiled real bright, letting them chat on, "Oh, I reckon I'm a Liberty citizen, born on Houston alright. . .Oh, I remember those days, back when trucks full'ah bodies were hauled an' dumped into mass graves, well, that is, after th' incident, y'know? I remember 'bout that time, there was a lot of fuss 'bout how a storm ruined some trade lanes and tightened stuff up, hit a whole ton of turbulence. Ye', good times, with th' heat an' all, still doused those pits'uh corpses with gasoline an' burned it t'keep heat up in the night and get th' Liberty Rogues t'come by so we coul' trade a bit, 'er somethin'. Now tha' I think o'it, we used'ta trade thin's like gasoline, ID cards, jewlery, women, oh, oh, an' I remember once 'nother one of my gang members tried t'sell off some human meat mixed up with some animal meat, but th' Rogue knew better; good thin' he was merciful, else he woulda' blasted us fer' tryin' to cheat him off."

Reggie stretched his arms, "I reckon it might be better now." He kept tight lips on his opinion on elections, probably to keep his options open and to keep from singling out one party, "Hey, freedom-fightin' girly, why don't y'sit down and listen to a few tales?"

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