Shadowe was pondering on what they could do now for coin, when the dull thud of the glass of dwarven stout before him brought him out of his reverie. "New place, new monsters..." he replied to Yarith, muttering through the pipe of halfling pipeweed at his lips. Taking a puff he tapped the wooden table they were sat at, "Well, despite this place being more out of the way from the spaceport, it's still a popular meeting spot for the less reputable to come by here. If we're in need of hirelings, we probably wouldn't do too bad to find any here. That said, I think we're pretty golden to venture through the heat, it's more pirates and slavers we'd need to keep an eye on whilst in civilisation, I reckon."<br/><br/>Finishing his pipe, tapping the spent pipeweed in an ashtray and looking back to Yarith after a swig of his stout, he looked about, "This place isn't that good on coin. Can't afford any guards, though there's a keep nearby where if trouble kicks off, there are 'watchers' about who'll alert the proper soldiers to come in and kick and ass or two. If you want some rumours though, I've heard a few. One is of some kind of 'Demon Prince' seeking out some kind of Construct on Crusade some place. Then there's another rumour out there of some kind of cursed enchanted weapon, rumour says it demands blood sacrifices of whoever wields it. One other is that with the Coalition Wars happening here, there's rumours of some kind of undead plague raising up the dead. Last; I hear tales of an elemental vortex or somesuch, legends apparently say it'll offer great power to whoever enters it."