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Roland's got his grow-bag in hand as he comes downstairs -- with aid of his walking stick, of course.
He approaches the bar and shakes out several peanut-sized chunks of gold. "If you're working again...you'll take this." And he sets them on the bar.
The gold disappears, and his tab goes down significantly. He nods. "I'd like something to read, then. Something good." Pause. "And coffee."
The bar provides coffee in a mug that has the logo of some company called North Central Positronics, and a nice-looking copy of Lord of the Flies.
Roland casts a very sour look at the mug, but he takes a seat and settles in.
He approaches the bar and shakes out several peanut-sized chunks of gold. "If you're working again...you'll take this." And he sets them on the bar.
The gold disappears, and his tab goes down significantly. He nods. "I'd like something to read, then. Something good." Pause. "And coffee."
The bar provides coffee in a mug that has the logo of some company called North Central Positronics, and a nice-looking copy of Lord of the Flies.
Roland casts a very sour look at the mug, but he takes a seat and settles in.