[Saxon]

Saxon enters the Cantina for the first time in some time. He simply wants a beer and is shocked at the level of violence and trickery that is involved in simply having a quick pint. Strapping on his kevlar ceramic reactive armor, he waves down a FBW and orders a bottle of Tusker and a pair of pistols for defense.

Mac, I suppose Ohio is a bit out of the way from New York, but I have been away so long that I now think of America as being one small town. Surely it isn’t too hard to commute? Oh well, I guess I will just have to suffer through the pain of being in the Big Apple and sigh when I think of what I have missed in Ohio. The way you describe the young flesh on the beaches of Cleveland makes me tingle all over. Or is that just the rash I got going to that bar Tigga told me about in London?