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[Color=tan]Time:[/color] Evening
[Color=tan]Location:[/color] Rattlesnake Bar, Myriamor
[Color=tan]Interactions:[/color] Kuroi [@hide on mana]
[Color=tan]Mentions:[/color] Mika [@Tae] and Rosaria [@Potter]

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Pocket watch
Black stetson
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[url=https://imgur.com/2ip8Ivk]Black Duster Outfit[/url]
Hunting knife
Rope
Saddlebag
Black neckerchief
Tinder box
Canteen
Matches
Two Gold nuggets
$40
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[Color=tan]“Sun Elves? Oh right, those are them purdy ones with the pointed ears.”[/color] He kept his voice low to keep the conversation somewhat discreet. He then helped himself to another swig of beer to break the conversation and think about Kuroi's answer some. Kuroi hadn't corrected his inference regarding his relationship with Mika and it seemed that Kuroi was not aware of all the moves Mika planned on making in regards to saving Avalians from the impending doom. Slick really needed more to go on for both of these different subjects, but this was a decent start. 

It was possible Kuroi failed to understand what he meant when concerning his and Mika’s status as a couple. Slick and Kuroi were from different places after all and it wouldn’t be the first time two men had a misunderstanding of words. Now when it came to speaking on what was next to come, Slick had a few ideas. Kuroi was holding back more of the plan, Mika was holding back more of the plan, or there simply was no plan at the moment. A lack of information was dangerous but a lack of a plan was even more so. 

[color=tan]“I wonder how long it's gonna take that Rosarita gal and her gang to get here. I mean we ain't been here longer than an hour but I'm the type that can only sit and dally for so long.”[/color] Slick’s voice raised some as he was speaking on an issue that always bothered him. Taking some time out to hit a saloon was nice but Slick preferred getting some kind of work done. [color=tan]“What’s this friend of hers like anyhow? She nice like our gal or what?”[/color] Slick asked before the bartender set a bowl of red colored mush and a spoon in front of him. He frowned down at the bowl’s contents before shrugging, grabbing the spoon and digging in. He’d seen worse meals and if Avalia could have better beer than the Frontier, he could only assume the food was better too. His first spoonful of sandberry pudding was even tastier than he expected, being so sweet and tasting exactly like that of cinnamon. [color=tan]“Now I’ll be… Good pickin’s bartender! Good pickin’s!”[/color] Slick said with a big ol’ grin.

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