"So where do you folks figure on starting to poke around?" asked the barman, returning to the main room and setting a large tin pot on the counter. The familiar aroma of brewing coffee rose from it. "I can fix you up some stuff to take with you, if'n you want to eat in the saddle. Not sure if you'd be able to see everywhere you want before the sun goes down again, but if'n you're not back in by then, well, might make it tricky to get back in here again."