Bed and Breakfast Pub in Buffalo

[Reverend Del]

An ageing man walks into the bar, his hair grey at the temples, lines cross his forehead, he looks about 50, but any that know him now him to be not yet 45. Stout and well built, he walks up to the bar, mid hushed whispers from any wearing a Rogue uniform.

"One shot of Molly whiskey, and make it the good stuff."

The bartender looks at the man, and turns to go behind the bar itself. The barmaid simply smiles and goes about the task of serving other customers. Returning the bartender puts a bottle on the bar. Carefully he opens it and the smell of good whiskey permeates the surrounding area. Placing a shot glass on the bar, he pours the drink, a healthy measure.

"How much I owe you?"

"Nothing Boss, it's on the house."

"Nothing? That's no way for a Rogue to make a living. You charge em, and you charge em well. Nobody gets away without paying. Am I right Rogues?" His voice raises to a crescendo at this moment.

There is a cheer from the bar as he says this, and the man turns back to the bartender.

"So barkeep, how much do I owe you?"

"Ten credits."

"That's better, but I ain't paying more than 5 for this swill." He grins at the barkeep.

"Well okay, but the cost is still 10 credits, even if I have to beat the other 5 from your unconscious body." At this the barman reaches below the bar and pulls out the traditional beating stick. Usually it's used for beating folks who stray across the bar during one of Buffalo's Saturday Night Brawl Extravaganza's. But it had been used to extract payment on more than one occasion.

"Well now, that's a mighty convincing argument." He throws a 10 credit chit at the barkeep, "Keep the change."

With that he knocks back the shot and turns to the assembled patrons. "Right Rogues, we've got a cardi shipment in bound, get flying I want it escorted in, there's a lot of product and I ain't having it intercepted this time. MOVE IT!"

The bar empties of a fair few Rogue pilots as everyone struggles to meet the Crime Boss's orders. Sylpheed turns to the bartender. "Catch you around"

As Sylpheed leaves, the barman turns to the girl. "How come he never comes in just to have a drink?"

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.