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A messenger, haggard and travel worn, stumbles to the bar.

"Water. I need water. And I have a message for Lambic"

He coughs dust from the road.

*Ingram looks up from his work, stacks of forms stacked somewhat hap-hazardly on a small area of the cluttered counter-top*

Take a moment and collect yourself. Here you go. *He hands the travle-worn man a cup of cool water.*

As for Lambic, I can't say I've met him, though I've heard much. What message do you carry that is so urgent?