"Interesting? He shot macrobatteries at us. I'll let you sort out the paperwork then." Baromir left them to their revelry and moved to an open table near the middle of the bar. Drinking another beer to maintain appearances, he let his mind clear and stretched his hearing for rumors or tidbits. Everyone had an opinion or speculation, but hardly anyone acted on them. It was the Rogue Traders that had the capital and the brass to take such risks or investigate further on a 'sure thing'.<br/><br/>[Carouse Roll, untrained] 20/20  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24620)<br/>((Decadence might play into this))