IC: Stan continued to eye the various species wandering in and out the Casino. Then he spied a particular Slig. It wasn't wanted in particular, but it was probably a bit drunk. It swayed around, yelling "Don Glock" everywhere. He waited for the coast to be clear, leapt down and swiftly pulled it into the shadows. He shook it into sanity. Well, as best he could.
"Hey, I heard you shouting 'Don Glock' everywhere. Do you by anychance know where I might find him?"
The Slig just sort of made frothing noises.
He shook it suddenly and violently "Answer me!"
This turned out to be a mistake. A nearby Wolvark overheard and walked over. Stan hid quickly, dropping the Slig. The Wolvark just thought it was the drunk Slig, crumpled on the floor, and gave it a kick before walking away.
Stan returned to it "So...?"
"Alrigh'. Kay. Here's a phone number.
The Slig was evidently not one of the Oddfathers higher ranking Sligs. And the fact it was liable to ending up in this state. So he just said thanks and leapt up into the dark building again, and made off on his way.
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