So there I was, heading to Isard to check out that weirdo plague of snake bites, to see if it was plane based, nature based or stupid ignorant fucker based. I got there at the next to optimal time... Right after shit went down. I missed all the action but I got sent to talk to the good people who'd stolen my thunder.
Wouldn't you know, I know a few of them... You do too! The foremost being JEFF (excuse me, that's currently GEFF but you didn't hear it from me). And yes, JEFF is just as JEFF as ever.
As well was that shocksichord professor guy... Remember when you and Ivan had to bail me out after that protest way back before Ivan got himself killed?
Well I stuck with them and their friends for the night and they're decent. So I have taken your advice (you know, the unsolicited kind you're so good at?) and I am going to travel with them for a while. I'll hitch the Magma Brewery to their caravan and stop being a drunken loner.
Instead I will be a drunken social person. It all works.