Nikoh arrived in town a while later, he came across the same truck that had drove past him previously - now parked next to some rickety looking office building. He continued on further into town to the nearest Flub Fuelling Station.
He hailed the mechanic over, a Clakker with oil stained overalls and tobacco tainted feathers. Reaching into his bandolier pouch he pulled out a sizeable wad of moolah and asked for his pants to be cleaned, oiled, and filled; and directions to the nearest bar.
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