Thunk slumps into a chair beside Quaid. “Well, I’ve talked to everyone I could and they all seem to love these ‘giant frog legs’ and they seem to be as legal and common as apples and cheese. I’m thinking maybe we should follow the source and follow the delivery guy back to where he came from. Hey Warcet. What did you find out at the tavern across the way?”

Thunk flags down Grim as he is checking out his document the bald guy just handed him. “What’s that you’ve got there? Did he say you are a part owner in this place?”