<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200072.msg9980142#msg9980142">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 14-05-2014, 09:57:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Uncle Marco"About that gun, dear", Marco frowned.<br/>"Could you show it to Ammanuel, Stefan and Top Dog on the way out, please? I want to know what they all know about it. Seen it, seen others like it, where can more be found... is anyone selling. Stuff like that. Because unless he was dragging himself through the wastes, I don't get it how he got to a stache. If it was near town, it would have been found by our scavengers."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rez arches a brow slightly at this, then shrugs and waves a finger at Newt, before twirling it and hooking her thumb at the Hardholder. "What'e said. Be nice if was more, mm? Giddon't, get back t'me."<br/><br/>"Got some butcherin' t'do. But when we're done," She lazily knuckles Newt's hip in passing. "'Ave a look at seein' where th'kegs came from, ya?"<br/><br/>Rez tugs her gauntlet back on, then hooks a thumb in one of her belts as she drifts out with the easygoing amble of a cat on its way to a patch of sunshine it's just noticed.<br/><br/>A bit of a ways outside the gate of Uncle's hold, far enough that screams are, perhaps, unobtrusive, a small murder of Vultures is gathering. There are lengths of pipe being assembled into a frame, amid the ring of bikes, and a fire being built up out of whatever was available. Here and there, firelight glitters off a blade as its owner strops it carefully.<br/><br/>And there is a guest, who undoubtedly will not appreciate<em>los Buitres</em>gracious and extended hospitality.<br/><br/>It wouldn't do for Rez to ignore her guest. Not when she'd made a promise to attend.