[As promised, Thom is in a small, slightly grungy bar just on the outskirts of the Shantytown docks. "Lucky's" looked like it hadn't really been living up to its name. Also as promised, Thom was the only other person sat at the bar aside from an old woman who was now definitely snoozing, burned out cigarette still between her fingers, now just a column of balancing ash.
Thom was busy poking around on his new phone, trying to pull what information he could out of it, while slowly working on a dark stout.]
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Thom was busy poking around on his new phone, trying to pull what information he could out of it, while slowly working on a dark stout.]