<br/><div class="floatleft"> ](http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/ebfa601f-dfb0-4557-a153-6bcc6b23c97f_zpsztcnqyvk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Kithcannon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Persidia on Mars - On the streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jay and Zaine<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Searching for clues<br/><br/>"It depends on your definition of 'good',"  Liam, said, his voice slightly muffled by the filter.  "If you mean strong, you'll find what you're looking for.  If you're looking for full bodied flavour with a hint of nuttiness in the aftertaste you're out of luck.  The only decent microbrewery on Mars is over a thousand kilometers away."  He spoke with the surety that came from being a native martian as well as an experienced bartender.  Persidia was too small to have much more than the bare essentials of an alcohol industry, which generally meant distillery, rather than brewery.<br/><br/>He began taking note of landmarks.  He'd always been a landmark navigator, rather than using street names.  In some of the Martian settlements there were whole sections without street names because resources were better spend on things other than maintaining street signs.