*dusts off the beer mugs, fills one with the finest ale and hands it to carlos* Things have been slow here at the tavern. People just don't flock here like they used to. I think it's because these parts have recently become dangerous to travel, what with the rise in the wendigo population and the appearance of gnarled walkers. The damn burrowing scavengers have been digging under the wards and poping up through the floor boards! One nearly bit me as I slept. I fear that demonic corruption once againt threatens these lands.
While searching the backroom for a special bottle, I hear a customer come in. Luckily Murder is there to help server him. He starts speaking and he sounds soo familiar, I cock my head a bit to listen and shake my head thinking it couldn't be who I thought it was. He had been gone for a long time. I spot the bottle I was looking for and head upfront. My jaw drops...
Carlos! 'Bout damn time you came back here!
Grabs some glasses and pours out some of the aged whiskey for Carlos, Murder and Mags.
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