Exton

Leaning on the edge of the bar, Guunnar waits for the carafe of coffee for his table. He glances at the phone on the edge of the bar as it begins to vibrate.

Guunnar catches it before it slides off. The thing is nearly lost in the palm of his large hand. He tosses it to Monty who answers. There is a short conversation and Monty clicks off.

"Guunnar, is Traeger sitting with your patrol?"

"Ja. Vizard ist mit us. Ve talking about sumtink I vant fixt. Du need him?"

Monty shakes his head. "Actually, could you let him know that the mechanic called. He can bring it over anytime." He scribbles down a number and hands it to the Viking. "He can be reached at this number for the next two hours, then he has a road call."

Huffing through his thick mustache, Guunnar carries the coffee to the table and hands the number to Traeger. "Mekanic call. He say can bring anytime. Dis number he at for zwei hours. Du buy a car Traeger?"

Traeger laughs and fills the Rider in on Rowan's surprise. Guunnar sighs. "Sie ist gut voman. Daughter uff da Moon, Keon says. I sorry I not be here tonight." Pulling out a pouch, Guunnar slides money to Traeger. "Here, buy gas cart. Rowan no accept money, proud voman, so I gibt gas fur van." He looks around the table. "Kumme, du gibt too. Rowan neber ask, but gibt, gibt, gibt." He slaps a large hand down on the table. "Time to help a healer so sie canst hilfe alle."

The few bills on the table grow as the patrol adds to it. Sliding the money to Traeger, Guunnar grins. "Sie hast no reason to fear sie run out uff fuel. Ve make sure, ja?"