<strong>The King's Head Pub<br/>Bran, Potentially Others</strong><br/><br/>He gives a throaty chuckle as he takes the notepad from you.  "Aye, that sounds like Tannen, but.  Oh this is my city, this is my city, this is my city, what's that?  There's a problem?  Better let Ron know, fuck all to do with me, like.  Chubby little fuck.  Let's see what we got here."<br/><br/>As he reads through your notes Mabel comes over with a glass of what looks like Coke but smells like Methanol.  "Rum and coke, laddie.  Don't you go telling your da we've been letting you have alcohol though.  Just looked like you could use something a bit stronger than a pepsi."  Ronald grunts in agreement, still reading.<br/><br/>Eventually he looks up.  "Champion little mess you've got yourself in to here.  But Tannen's right.  Ronald Percy has never let his own down, and I'm not about to start now, but.  Now, you just take a sip of this, I want to check something."  He takes a cheap biro from a pocket and writes<em>you've read this</em>on the top corner of the notebook sheet, scrawling his signature below it.  Drums his fingers on the arm of his chair for thirty odd seconds then picks it up and reads through again.  When he looks back up at you he's chuckling.<br/><br/>"Why, I think you might be on to something here.  If I hadn't have seen with my own eyes a note telling me I've heard this once..."  He shakes his head and makes a lone tally mark under the reminder.  "Normally, laddie, I'd think you'd gone radgie but the fact I can't remember this after having just read it..."  He shakes his head again.  "Champion little mess, but"<br/><br/>"Knew a lad called Honer once.  Jimmy Honer, contractor on the shipyards.  This is before you were born, like.  Years ago.  Left when his old woman gave him a bairn."<br/><br/>He stares at you blankly for a moment then picks the notepad up and reads through it again.  Shaking his head as he makes another tally mark.<br/><br/>"Will not stick in my head, but.  And that's gaun gie us problems.  I can't go asking questions, reckon I'll forget what I'm asking half way through asking it,like, and look a reet fool.<br/><br/>Two things gaun on here, like.  And I reckon you need the answers to both of them.  First one is why this place has gone..." he trails off into another blank stare and picks up the notebook.  A phlegmy chuckle and another tally mark before he continues.<br/><br/>"Right.  Two problems here, but.  We want to know why this Honer's place has vanished and we want to know why you and your friends still remember it when no one else does.  Might be the same thing, might be different.<br/><br/>Powerful lot of mojo making everyone forget about this place.  Someone must have really wanted it gone, but.  Not easy to do it, and I reckon I know someone you can talk to about that.  I'll get to that in a moment, because I'm not exactly being generous in what I'm gaun to propose.  Second thing is why you're shielded from it and I'm not.  Figure that's why Tannen suggested Back Monkey.  Fat cunt might be on to something there, first time I've known him have a good idea that wasn't to do with eating."  He laughs, which slowly turns in to a coughing fit.  Mabel starts to come over looking worried but he waves her away and thumps his chest a few times.<br/><br/>"Lungs are fucked, laddie.  Strange it is, no matter how much I smoke they never seem to get any better, like"  He laughs again.  "But before we go any further, I reckon its your turn to talk for a bit, like.  What exactly do you want to happen?  You willing to put a bit of time in to looking in to it?  Did any of what I just said even make sense to you, like?"