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[twoeyesonthesky]

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

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[one_eyetothesky]

There's a hand on his shoulder.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn turns his head a little, as he can't see who it is from where he sits, but doesn't say anything.

[one_eyetothesky]

The hand squeezes before Creedy pulls up a chair.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn sets the coffee aside; it's something of an acknowledgment. "Evening, Creedy," he says quietly.