Uther sat at a table with another fellow civilian.  As usual, the merchant was trying to make contacts and maintain the somewhat tenuous income.  He was a man who knew how to find what you needed, and he was sure to let anyone and everyone know that.  His methods were not always so overt.  Many times, he would hint at his "profession" in small talk with people to give them the subtle message, and sure enough; they would return at a later time needing some item that good ole' Uther could provide them.<br/><br/>He was not a very tall man, but he was crafty nonetheless.  "If you need anything, my good man, just come talk to me.  I've been around many systems, and I know exactly where to find just about anything..."  Uther gave the man a salesman's smile before turning away to find his next potential customer, but Cyril walked into the bar then.  The older man spotted him immediately, and he walked over to the younger man to perhaps talk to someone about something other than business.<br/><br/>"Hey Uth.  Find any business yet?"  The duo moved over to an empty table to take a seat.  Uther looked over at him with clear blue eyes.  "Not just yet, but you know how it goes.  They'll need me eventually, and that's how it will always be."  He stated more out of fact than out of overconfidence.  Uther had never talked with any buyer who wanted his services at that very moment.  Buyers would either come back to him, or they would come to him for the first time because someone else had referred them to Uther.  It was the way he did business, and it was quite effective.<br/><br/>"Where's Arlan and Barcus?"  The two of them chatted for a while about anything other than business.  Cyril informed him that Arlan was asleep, and Barcus was assisting in the care of the injured.  Uther thought about the past few days.  The battle wasn't that long ago, yet it seemed like things were changing so quickly.