"I only transport the stuff, Old Man, maybe when I get to your age and I can't keep up," Clif laughs, "If I make it that far." Taking a drink, he continues, "Not much trouble so far today, mostly getting chased by bounty boys. Did some chasing of my own too. Always at least one stupid trader to make the night interesting. Mostly just moving slaves."
Clif turns towards Diana, "How 'bout you?" He gestures towards Wolf, "You can tell he's been in here all night being unproductive, yourself?" Punctuating the question with a drink and a toke, which he blows in Wolf's direction. "And there's nothing wrong with a lil' jay on occasion to take the edge off." And truer words he had never spoken. Anything to keep himself distracted.