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"Is this area .... dangerous then?" he sounds disheartened, crushed.

"Mmm more like under poor management"

"Oh dear." miserably.

"look pal, I got to tell you I seen wurse furking places, but lately it seems like folks get snagged off the street without furking warning or much of a hearing"

The old boggan swallows hard "What happens to them?"

"Don't know exactly, if they're kithain they might get ransomed, not that he calls them that. If you got any kinain? " A scoff "Good luck"

"Oh." only mild relief "Why? You said poor management but...."

"Let's just say the local lord and I don't get along"

"W... I'd hoped to find a place here." with a heavy sigh.

"Oh... well shit." He says not unsympatheticaly "You said we?"

"I didn't!" alarmed.

Mmph "Sounded like it to me... whatever though not my biz."

"I suppose.... I shouldn't plan on staying, then." dejected.

"How hard up are you? NOT that I care?"

"Things are... it's close." the boggan mumbles "W... the age, it... I'm not as young as I was."

"oh..." A nod "Yeah, time fades all furking things"

"Nevermind." a game expression "Push on, right? Chin up."

"Probably for the best.. .that troll that was in here? He's been applying pressure. Hopefully he didnt see you or at least didn't make much of it"

"Oh no..." almost a moan.

"You in trouble with the law somewhere?" He asks

"Law? No, no....."

"Then cool your mantits, fella. If you're just coasting through it will be smooth" He says "Now let's look at this RV of yours. Get it furking patched"

"Oh. Ok...."

And, somewhat baffled and lost, the old boggan leads the nocker out to the RV.

Phlan moves along, hurumphing

There's the RV; a heap of a thing.

The boggan fiddles with the keys, rapping the door with his knuckles before opening the engine hood and then the screen door.

The nocker stays out side for a bit, tapping on various parts of the vehicle "mmm"

"Abner? that you, honey bun?" Says his companion

Almost a wince "With a... friend."

"Oh my.." She opens the door ... her face in a thick green moisturizer, her hair in rollers

"He... well."

"Your fellow here furking wants to fix things up. I got his tool fixed... figured an expert can't hurt, and hew as okay with it. I'm Phlan."

"Oh my," The roller haired satyress says, then looks to Abner "Abner, introduce us proper now"

As if not wanting to speak up improperly without her fellow being along. all demure

"Miss Cicely..... this is Phlan."

"Oh you must think me a shameless woman, Mr. Phlan coming out like this." She says "But it's SO kind of you to work with my Abner"

"Nah, I figure you're no more shameless than the average she goat, Miss Cecely... " He shrugs, then turns to Abner "You're struts are solid, exterior is holding. Where's the problem inside?"

"Come and see?" He offers.

He clambers in "Well, this has uhm good bones... then again so do some zombies"