After a while of strolling between the tents of various sizes and shapes, you manage to see the bar in the distance. There's something in the way, though.
Looks like a well-armored human, ready for battle.
It's two and a half metres high... yet not moving. Doesn't seem lucid, too.
What regular underhive folk take as an ancient statue, you recognize as a malfunctioning light power armor, just sitting there without a pilot, in the centre of this village.
With a shrug, you pass on by. You're too tired to examine the disclosure.
Passing through the wooden walkway gate, you almost choke as some vivid gas hits your nostrils.
The place is pretty clouded with lho-smoke. Looks pretty hospitable, though, resembling in every small detail a typical agri-world bar, with round tables scattered around and the sound of piano resounding in the air.
You hear as the glasses ring when hitting against each other.
The room is crowded with folk of various appearances. There are guardsmen who you've already got to know along with some others, some regulars, some who look like junk scavengers... The bartender, busy with putting bottles in their places at the shelves...
Also, some shady type at the bar. Probably the one the Priest mentioned when you last talked to him - around an hour ago.
dirtnail? you still with us?
It's pretty loud, the atmosphere is nice and relaxing.
Meanwhile, at the Seer's cave, Lijah wakes up, his head still heavy, feeling kinda nauseous and sick.
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