> "Let's head down a bit farther. There used to be a place called the
> Mother Lode. It was run by a Horta buddy of mine."
>
> "AFter you," he told her, following her in that direction.
As Nabru walked, she glanced about to see if anything might clue them in
to what was going on.
(ooc: anything, o beneficent one?)
The Mother Lode looked like an alien's concept of what Earth's wild
west of the 19th-century was like. Even Nabru thought the noisy, gaudily
dressed denizens and fixtures were a bit much. "Didn't say my friend had
much taste," she admitted to Brennan.
"You didn't have to," Matt told her drily. There was lots of suspicious
activity. But none of it seemed to be the suspicious activity they were
looking for.
A waitress approached in a blinding shade of yellow. "What can I get you
two fellas?" she asked.
"Is Feather around?"
The waitress' eyes narrowed. "Who wants to know?"
"Tell him that Cax'Pa has his marbles."
No less suspicious, the woman said, "I'll see if he's here."
(ooc: obo, you wanna take this?)
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