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Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.
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"She's got the right idea about what's most important, medically speaking.... Are you planning on getting supplies from the bar itself?"
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Simon pauses, and digs into his pocket, and comes out with his encyclopedia.
"It's not exactly a how-to book," he admits, "but there may be something useful in the entries on the outer colonies."
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"...or the closest analogue they have," Simon's saying, as he writes down the last item.
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"Good luck to you, Mr. Abercromby. And -- please let me know if there's anything else I can do."