Bruce Johnson wrote:

> > The tavern is mostly empty. A woman of middle years is behind the
> > bar wiping it in a bored way. An older man in a worn ship suit is
> > seated at a table in the corner sipping on a beersi from a mug and
> > watching some sort of show on a TV mounted up on the wall. Another
> > man, dressed in an ill fitting suit and grossly overweight, is at a
> > table reading a newspaper and occasionally sipping from his beersi
> > mug. There are a pair of men dressed in civilian clothing playing
> > pool at the table situated off in another corner of the room.
> >
> > When Ricardo steps inside, he notices that everyone's eyes turn
> > toward him, and other than the pair of pool players, he gets the
> > impression that he is of more interest than the TV show or the
> > newspaper.
> >
> > The woman behind the bar gives Ricardo a tired smile and says,
> > "Welcome to the Starman Rest, stranger! What'll you have?"
>
>  " A pint of stout if you've got it, plain old beer if you don't." He
>  surveys the place. They guy in the shipsuit have any insignia or
>  anything?

Ricardo's quick survey of the guy in the shipsuit shows it to be an old 
one, stained with grease, and with no visible insignia or badge 
indicating what ship he might be serving on.

"Stout!" says the woman drawing Ricardo's attention back to her. She is 
drawing a mug from a tap, "We've got a local brew here that we think is 
quite passable."

"Tell me what you think of it.", she presents Ricardo with the mug and 
then says, "So, you another spacer from one of the ships that came in 
today?"

She glances over at the man wearing the ship suit before looking back at 
Ricardo and smiling, "We don't get a lot of ships in here, and we *do* 
depend on travellers for outsystem news."

Eris
AKU GM