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There's really not much to hold Quinn in the Bar any more; he's done the supply-buying as best he could from Bar, after all. It's not like he's got vehicles to haul stuff with this time, or even a horse. It's what he can carry and then some. The rest can turn up when Creedy goes to the Bar next, and he can take it back.
No reason to stay. People need him at home.
And yet, and yet... well, for all that he's got a mug of coffee held in both hands, he doesn't appear to be paying much attention to it at all. That's something new. He's just... there, really, at his seat with his back to the Window.
No reason to stay. People need him at home.
And yet, and yet... well, for all that he's got a mug of coffee held in both hands, he doesn't appear to be paying much attention to it at all. That's something new. He's just... there, really, at his seat with his back to the Window.