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Emmanuel nodded to each of them in turn, pleased that they both seemed to be amicable folks.
"Well drinks here ain't much here. Whiskey's only a few bucks and beers are five, six if you want it cold." He said, waiving a barmaid over. "They also got the best mash potatoes this side of Ol' Sludge. As for matters of myth, we got a biggun on our hands here. You know the old legends that say each nation came from the stars, sent by a god. Well my great granpappy said the gods sent them with a key. A part of their very being. And that when all the keys are assembled at the Bunker it will open and bring forth paradise on Taraham. That's what I'm hoping to find at the star. The key. The bit of god essence that'll crack that sucker wide open."