[i]Real had been helping to cart back the last of the chairs from the room when Alpha entered, and so was there to hear her comment just before he was about to head back into the kitchen. Turning, he gave his signature smile and approached her.[/i] "[b]Well, an old friend called in a favor, and I was loath to ignore it. Plus, it serves as a nice little vacation from the Priest for a bit. I've left Jare in charge, with Jakob there to, eh, keep the peace, so to speak. "My turn for questions now. Where have you been, and are you alright? You just kind of...disappeared. We were concerned, and we didn't know how to find or contact you.[/b]"

"I left. Amoridia would've always ended up with somebody getting hurt because I was there." She said softly "You were kind to me. So, I'm gonna give you this." She handed him a credit chip "About 400k on there I think."

[i]Real's smile grew sad at that, and he took the chip, considering it a moment. Reaching to his back pocket, he drew out his device, plugging the card in and working on the thing for a bit. Taking it out, he extended the chip back to Alpha.[/i] "[b]I'm good on funds, thank you for offering, though. Here, you take 'em. I also added the money for your paid leave. And I'm sorry you feel that way. We'll miss you, but the rest of the crew'll be glad to know your safe.[/b]"

"I doubt it." She said with a bitter laugh. "I shot Jare when the N@zi stuff was kicking off...she was making a huge racket and would've gotten us both killed. I bet she'd glad I'm not there." She crossed her arms "I doubt the Amoridian goverment would even let me back on the planet"

"[b]Jare forgave you. The patrons accepted you. And if the government had tried anything funny with you, or with [i]any[/i] of my employees for that matter, they would have had words from myself and Jakob. I understand rejection can be harsh, but don't allow that to get in the way of you finding friends. "If you ever need a place to stay, someone to talk to, or just a good ol' fashioned drink, then stop by. You will [i]always[/i] be welcome in my bar.[/b]" [i]With that, the Bartender pushed through the door to the kitchens, Gaffer's cursing at a burnt entree floating through. As he entered, Sykes exited holding another set of napkin-wrapped silverware.[/i]