IC: Nimol stared blankly at the bottle that just got handed back to him. "Hmmm, a Mudokon said that to me once you know?". Nimol smiled and put the bottle back into his backpack, "When I was young, I spent most of my time in the Slig Training facility. It was a few months later before I moved out of there and got a job as a security guard. From there, I went up the ranks and moved to a few different posts...". He looked at Typo with a concerned expression on his face, "Dumping stuff into the water? I'm afraid we guards didn't get told that kind of information, we just get told the basics and not much else. For all I know, we had a good garbage maintainance system in place... or at least, we used to...".
Nimol sat down and took another swig of the Brew. "I did know a couple of guys on garbage duty, that was only small time stuff though... recycling Brew bottles and broken Slig pants... that kind of thing. When the massive fire happened, I think a lot of us were scared and panicky. I think at that time we all had to make a run for it and try and get out of that place before it blew up. I don't really know what happened to anyone else... but as far as I know, they never rebuilt that place... so I guess it's in ruins right about now".
Nimol looked at Typo, "That happened about nine months ago... which makes it seem unlikely to be the cause of the junk in the river... especially if that happened more recently". He held a hand to his chin, "Judging by distance, I think my old factory was further away. It's more likely to be a different factory altogether, but I'd like to ask Wapi what he thinks... maybe we could send a few Sligs to investigate the cause of this whole problem".
Nimol drained the Brew bottle and put it on the shelf behind him. "Want to help me fetch some water?". Nimol walked towards the doorway.
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