[h1][color=goldenrod]Thomas Marborough[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 8:57 PM
West Commons, The Pale Horse[/i][/b][/indent]
[color=goldenrod]"Uh..."[/color] Thomas replied, turning his head to Marcel. The mole-man raised a hand and said, [color=forestgreen]"Non, non, is fine. I will excuse myself. Au revoir."[/color] He stood from the table and departed, leaving Coltrane and his fungal cohort to take his place.

[color=goldenrod]"Yes, uh... hello again, Doctor Coltrane."[/color]

Thomas had only met Coltrane a scant few times before now. Over the most recent years, his father had forged something of a partnership with the man, often bringing him personally requested supplies and the like from the outside world. Every time Collin came back to visit Voldoa, one of his few stops would be the Doctor's combination workshop and residence. He had a feeling he knew what they conversed over, but... it wasn't a comfortable topic for him. Or any Engineer, really.

[color=goldenrod]"What brings you here?"[/color] He said, somewhat expecting to have the same asked of him.