Flint sat at a table within the tavern known as "The Pumphouse" He had gotten to the town a few days ago and was playing poker with some 'friends' he has made. By friends he meant that they played poker with him and that was all but It was the closest relation he had with anyone right now. He picked up his drink and drank the dark liquid, he wasn't sure what it was but it was alcohol and it was cheap. Flint looked to the two men in front of him then back to his cards. "Raise 50 cents" Flint remarked throwing down a poker chip from his pile. He looked to the door and noticed as one by one people began to enter "Looks like new meat for the grinder" Flint joked as his poker buddies laughed, the man to his left raising the pot another 50 cents. The game continued and the conversation rose and fell as it usually did mostly insulting each other or saying a story that they had heard. "Seriously guys im telling you, Jim, you know the bartenders son. He told me this guy came in one day and talked about collecting these 50 starred bottle caps!" Flint and the other man laughed. It was common that this man was known for him believing everything someone says especially if treasure was involved.