Bartholemew nods, taking a few gold bars to purchase a few heavy, meaty, burgers, some Ribs, and a large Tankard of Mead- all from different food shops, before heading to the Table, and staring at Scar. "So. I see you kept the Tattoo- which is touching. How you been? Where you been..? Why didn't you pick up any of the signals I kept leavin at all our hideouts..?!"