1st Bounty

[realhotinhell]

[ If you're wondering why the first thing you hear on the other end of the line is a weird, scratchy feedback, it's because the guy you're talking to is an illiterate cowboy from 1911, and barely knows how phones work in his own time period. ]

Hello?! He-... shhhhhhit!

[ There's a bit of scuffle on the other end as John flips the receiver around,

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[rogue_crow]

[Zevran is becoming almost accustomed to the new arrivals to Mayfield and their various colorful ways of dealing with their new situations. There's no special reason why he chooses this one to respond to; maybe it's the accent. Men with awesome accents need to stick together, after all.] I am going to hazard a wild guess and assume you've just arrived?

hahaha awesome accents indeed

[realhotinhell]

[ John stops for a sec because holy shit you guys someone's talking back to him through this contraption. ] No, I just like hollerin' at folks for no reason sometimes.

[ Well actually yes, but that's beside the point. ] Yeah, I just got here. You know who I gotta find to get out?

[rogue_crow]

You would hardly be the first I've met with that hobby.

No one has managed to get out yet that I know of, unfortunately. Though there are any number of people trying, myself included.

[realhotinhell]

I'm already lookin' forward to meetin' the locals. [ Sarcasm, as it turns out, is not below John. ]

... so you don't got the answer to my question.
Fine. Can ya tell me where I am, now that we settled gettin' out of wherever that is ain't easy?