<strong>The King's Head Pub<br/>Bran, Potentially Others</strong><br/><br/>He carefully folds the newspaper and lays it on the arm of his chair before fully looking up at you - piercing bright blue eyes.  He's probably in his late fifties to early sixties to look at him, but speaks with the sort of very strong accent you associate with much older men.  The type who formed their voice before omnipresent radio and TV softened regional accents.  I shall spare you any attempt at transliteration.<br/><br/>"Why I'm guessing you're probably right.  Also guessing that fat cunt didn't use them exact words, but?"  His tone isn't overly unfriendly to Tannen, more teasing than anything else.  "Why divvin't you grab yourself a chair and we'll see if we can't sort out what's troubling you.  Mabel," he calls over to the woman behind the bar "Why divvin't you sort this laddie out with a drink while me and him have a talk, but."<br/><br/>There's a rattle of coins as the quiz machine pays out, all but one of the coins go in to pockets, the remainder is placed back in the machine to start again.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Between Units 16 and 18<br/>Miyo, Potentially Others</strong><br/><br/>"I don't know my number I'm afraid, lass."  While he's talking he's rummaging about in the litter on the back seat "Never ring myself, you know.  If you jot me down yours though I can text you when I get back so you'll have it.<br/><br/>I do have though...." he trails off as he continues to rummage then "A ha!  Knew I had one!  Here you go."  He holds out a slightly chocolate stained business card for you:<br/><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Card.png)