"I caught glimpses of dem Verdant people over at dat Locksley Inns."

"Which one was that, again Kuhn?" Chester called from down on the boat

".. Don't try me, Cap'n. It's been a long day for dis man." Kuhn told him, rubbing his forehead. While Chester had walked around the area of the boat, still within earshot, looking through the left behind things of the Company men. "Kesrizu was where I've been spending the past four months."

"Oh yeah! You worked for the bad guys! Then Macario over there kicked your ass!" Chester chimed in, and Kuhn shot him a one-eyed glare. "It was a draw. And I did not use real bullets." He deflected, before returning to the topic. 

"I remember Goldenrod - dat shithead - had plans for dis week, around dis 'ere part of da Blue. He asked for extra men to be sent here. Nobody would tell me anyting, but 'tis all you information ya' get when you're a hired pistol." 

"Could it have been just to steal the Wine? Dat seems a lil umambigious for Goldenrod..." Kuhn finished his thought, looking over at the other three on the deck, Chester had just arrived back on the deck, a bottle in his hand he had apparently looted from one of the packs on the ground. "Wait, they stole the wine? WE were gonna steal that wine!" Chester exclaimed. "I'mma beat the snot out of those two blue and yellow guys!"