Crug wondered around the small town until he found a general store to purchase his tobacco. Disappointed to see that the store did not carry any variety, he still reluctantly purchased the one brand they had.
After some more wandering, Crug found a rustic old shack that had the word "BAR" painted on a sign above the door. He figured that'd be his best bet, and possibly the only bet at finding a place for a drink. As he entered the bar, he noticed the creaking of the rusted ceiling fans. Scanning the area, he noticed another slig. 'What's a Slig doing around here? I didn't think there were any other offices around here.' Crug thought as he slowly walked toward the bar counter. Not wanting to be bothered by any locals, Crug decided to sit next to the other Slig. "I'll have what he's having" Crug told the Clakker bartender.
As much as Crug didn't plan on talking to anyone today, his curiosity was peaked, "So what brings you here?" he asked mildly as he lit up his pipe.
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