[Crunch]

Unfortunately staying out of the bush isn't an option. Frenchy smiles crookedly. Give me the lowdown. What should I be looking out for? The more detail the better. The drinks will keep coming as long as you give me information I can use.

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[Reminder]

Encouraged by the man talking to him, Mutumbo got up from the bar, beer in hand, and went towards the table. ”Right you are, man, but i found that it pays to be cautious, you never know when someone tells the truth or not. By the way, I’m Mutumbo. Mind if I join your merry recollection of hunts?”

The man who addressed you before looks at you and replies as he brushes the glass shards from the table onto the floor "Since you gave us the best laugh of the day I tell ya what. Buy us a bottle to replace the one the dumb orc smashed and you can sit here long as you like."

[Reminder]

Unfortunately staying out of the bush isn't an option. Frenchy smiles crookedly. Give me the lowdown. What should I be looking out for? The more detail the better. The drinks will keep coming as long as you give me information I can use.

The man's speech is slow and unevenLook o' for? Everythin... Nothin...He laughs to himself and then sighs. First trouble isn' the danger. Tha's the one tha's easy.

[Crunch]

Frenchy nods Tell me all about it. Tell me what to look out for.

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Frenchy nods Tell me all about it. Tell me what to look out for.

Everythin... Nothin.... The man shakes his head, realizing he is repeating himself. He reaches for his glass and gets it all the way to his mouth before noticing it is empty. He stares at it, looking confused. Panic... Panic's what gets ya. Or Confidence. Either....Both...
Worry about the big dangers, cause they kills ya quick. Brutal. See one, run...

Flee Blind, miss the adder lying in wait. Kills ya slow. Painful... Still dead. Manj...He trails off.

As he finishes speaking, he looks down, the empty glass on the bar clutched loosely in his left hand.
The bartender found his way back to you as the man spoke. He bartender looks to the man's empty glass and back to you before raising an eyebrow.

[Csjarrat]

Ultra starts to tire of listening in to the drunken bullshit through his enhancing headphones. His beer is nearly drained and as yet, the boys didn't seem to have to much reward for their effort.
He began to suss out whether the patrons here would have anything useful to them on their commlinks; perhaps diaries, gps routes, maps and such. It seemed a long shot, and the last thing he wanted to do was get arrested before he even got rolling on this job.
Ultra got up and went to the table Mutumbo was sat at, motioning at the barkeep to replace the missing bottle.
"Alright gents? Is your missing friend known for doing anything daft? seemed to be in a bit of a hurry? I've got us another bottle on its way over.

[Reminder]

Ultra starts to tire of listening in to the drunken bullshit through his enhancing headphones. His beer is nearly drained and as yet, the boys didn't seem to have to much reward for their effort.
He began to suss out whether the patrons here would have anything useful to them on their commlinks; perhaps diaries, gps routes, maps and such. It seemed a long shot, and the last thing he wanted to do was get arrested before he even got rolling on this job.
Ultra got up and went to the table Mutumbo was sat at, motioning at the barkeep to replace the missing bottle.
"Alright gents? Is your missing friend known for doing anything daft? seemed to be in a bit of a hurry? I've got us another bottle on its way over.

The bartender sends over a bottle. As you pull over a chair from a nearby table, the man snickers.He may be an idiot, but he knows better than to start a fight in here. If he gets us kicked out he'd have hell to pay.

[Csjarrat]

Yeah it's not a fight I'm bothered about, I don't wanna go outside and find the fucker's slashed me tires.

[Reminder]

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[Csjarrat]

Feeling the effects of a couple of beers, Johannes realised they'd propbably got all the useful info they were going to get. He could really do without travelling on a hangover tomorrow and bade farewell to the bushmen, motioning to the others to head out to the van.

[Ren]

Mutumbo felt he mostly had enough drink for the day. They needed tomorrow for preparation anyway, and he didn’t want to sleep in too much. He messaged the other two in the bar. >>Guys, I think I’m done here. Can you give me a lift on the way home?<<

As he sent a message, a nasty thought started to nag at the back of his mind. He needed to do something, involving someone he knew. He gave it some thought before it hit him. He then sent another quick message. @Smokescreen: >>Hey, sorry about the late reply, things move at a blur. It seems we got what we need about the area so I won’t need that map you offered. Thanks, anyway, and don’t hesitate to call if you need something.<<

[Csjarrat]

//Yeah, i'm cooked too. Lets go, i'll drop you off//

[Csjarrat]

Johannes heads out of the bar with the others, waving his thanks to the barman.
The gravel crunches underfoot as they cross the parking area, the temperature having noticeably dropped in the late afternoon sun.
He fires up the van, tweaks the audio system and hits the volume.
Right then Mutumbo, where we heading?

[Ren]

Mutumbo gave the address which turned out to be a bar called the Smoke. When they arrived there he thanked Ultra and waved goodbye. "OK, meet you day after tomorrow morning at the docks. Give me a call if you need help in shopping or something else." He waited for the car to go before he started to walk.

[Csjarrat]

"Sounds good mate, see you soon"
Ultra heads home for the night, letting the pilot do most of the heavy lifting.