And so our heroes proceed to find their meal, and the promise of hot baths and soft sheets (and mayhap softer lips) beckon them as well...<br/><br/>But as is narrative tradition, they do not get all the way done with their repast before they are interrupted.  It's Dregs...at least at first.  He saunters in, followed by a pair of humorless looking fellows in khaki uniforms and dark goggles.  Some kind of military unit?  Or law enforcement, such as it might be out here?<br/><br/>"Jer, my old friend, I hate to impose...but today you are the ancient god of good fortune, bringing such lovely and capable passengers here!"  Dregs grins maybe a bit too widely, as if this is some subtle revenge for that earlier crack about his proclivities...nawwww.  He's probably just teasing.  "Only you are the best damn driver I know, and this is something that pays pretty well."<br/><br/>One of the khaki twins coughs brusquely.<br/><br/>"We will take it from here.  Return to your duties and complete servicing the vehicle assigned to you."  His diction is odd, stilted, and Dregs's expression flickers a little as he takes the dismissal with ill grace...but depart he does.  Then the goggles return to face your little party.  "There is a task for which we are prepared to offer ample remuneration.  How battle ready are you?"