The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Reverend Del]

Sylpheed looked across at ashes. "Firefly, you say? Good old fashioned smuggling ship, ran one myself for a while. Long ago, mind, long ago. Sure get it set-up. We need all the money we can get nowadays."

Sylpheed knocked back his whiskey and ordered another. Hearing a low growl beside him, Sylpheed looked down into the eyes of a alrge black wolf.

"Well I'll be, haven't seen one of these since I last landed on LA." He looked at Ashes, "They got this huge nature reserve, I mean huge. Gotta be about 300mile radius or somesuch. Used to take breaks there with my engineering crew... heh that's a little too much noise on that subject."

Sylpheed reached down gently and scratched the wolf under the chin. The wolf made no reaction to his presence except to stop growling.

"Nother whiskey barman, and leave the bottle."

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