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[Ah, right - should be a little more specific, shouldn't he?]
[There's a quick change over; a brief air of silence before the feed buzzes back to video. Hooked into a bar stool is none other than the 'tender himself. Lurched over, one hand gripping one of the connecting pieces keeping the furniture together.]
[His heels are dug in on a lower bar, rocking slightly. They've found purchase from the floor during the temporary moment of silence.] That's right - one free, but remember - [And oh, isn't that voice just slippery; like a jazz singer coaxing the last of a gig out during a rather busy night. Greed spirals two fingers loose and snatches at the air like a vice.] - I want to know your story.
[At the mention of the 'Nest, the Sin whirls his head up. Tilts back on his stool and examines a ceiling panel for a second. It's not as if he can say Dublith - the bar's not even in the same place anymore.] South side of town. If you get lost, find the 'pit. [A cute nickname for Mandalus' rather rough part of town.]
I'm sure someone can help you out. Unless you need me to actually bring you here