Into the West (Inactive)

Game Master Simeon

For RP sake, Angus called the bartender 'Charley' and has referred to the place as 'Charley's' is that ok? I know it's a tavern, can it be an inn also, or is there an inn or hotel near by?

Angus doesn't have any 'skill' in handle animal, but he does consider himself a good judge of horse flesh. Like most car fans consider themselves 'knowledgeable' but aren't mechanics or trained drivers.'

'I should be able to help them find a couple of good horses.' Headed toward Charley's place so he can check on Marion. He turns to listen to Farasha and Zarrana speak at just the right time to see Farasha flash her smile. 'huh, I wonder if the elf may have been right about Farasha not being what she appears, no matter, neither am I.'

As the Eagle flies down, Angus smiles, "Your Eagle will be a boon, don't a lot of the natives see them as a good omen?" Shrugging his shoulders, returning to the previous conversation. "We should be able to find a couple of decent mounts here in New Orleans."

He then nods at Marion, "I purchases Marion there from a rancher in Texas, name of McClintock. They train and breed mounts for the Rangers, we should be able to get fine stock from him. We will want at least four mounts each maybe six. The local cowboys or vaqueros as their called, usual ride with a string of four, and we won't have anyway of resupply unless one of us takes a quick lesson in training horses."

I assume we've crossed the street
Angus walks up to Marion, patting him on the neck, 'You behaving?' He then slips the horse an apple core he had picked up.

Turning to the team he ask, "Shall we go in the saloon and finalize what route we are going to take?"

I think at next level Angus will take 'handle animal' so he can train horses, He should have taken it already, but I wanted him to have a more 'liberal' education. GM Coyote, unless you are ok with me dropping a rank in geography and adding 'handle animal'

Oh good, Angus, you can take us all horse shopping in the morning. I hope Vala will get along with the horses.

Is this an inn too? I need to get a place to stay for the night. There is a nice inn where most of the Elves stay when they are in town... although, I suppose if we are going to be traveling together, I should stick with you guys.

John Thomas follow the others and nods along at that talk of horses. Not a topic I know much about that is for sure.

When they mention the saloon he perks up.

"Not to be the Irish stereotype but a saloon for planning would fit the bill about now. An inn would do the job as well I guess."

He contently joins the others at this point having had nothing else to do anyway..

Zaranna smiles at the compliment for Vala, and pets Marion (if he allows it) while listening to the suggestions of finalizing a plan, and planning more.

She looks at Charley's skeptically. More planning? Already? In *there?*

Resigned, she sends Vala off to feed herself, and follows them in.

Dropping the rank would be fine.

My Buffalo can carry two if need be.

I might take you up on that, at least once. It looks fun. Zaranna grins.

So, are we at Charley's now? What are we discussing?

Zaranna smiles at the compliment for Vala, and pets Marion (if he allows it) while listening to the suggestions of finalizing a plan, and planning more.

Marion doesn't mind, I would recommend approaching from the front, just as a good habit.

GM Coyote, what time of day is it.

earlier
'Well if Marion trusts her she must be ok.' Angus smiles as Zaranna pets Marion. 'Ridding a buffalo, that is certainly unorthodox.' "Kuruk, do not be offended if I stick to Marion here, he has a jealous streak. Hardly puts up with me riding other horses, let alone a buffalo."Nodding toward the swinging café doors, "we may as well have a seat."

If this is too pushy of a narration, tell me and I will slow down the next time or ask questions: instead of saying 'the party does...'
Now
As they head to an empty table, Angus goes past the bar. "Hey Charley can we have a bottle and five glasses? We may end up getting something else, but that will get us started."

Gathering the bottle and shot glasses Angus joins the others at a table, setting the liquor down so others can help themselves. "Since the colonel said to report back to him with which route we are taking, we should finalize that decision."

Pouring himself a glass, "Also since were going to be on our own we need to make a plan of who will be doing what. We should probably start by going over what skills we have."

Holding the glass up toasting the others. "I don't mind starting. I was raised in Galveston my parents had enough money to make sure I had a liberal education. So I know a little about most stuff. My favorite course was chemistry. so I still dabble a little, make my own cartridges, which will be handy for anyone with fire arms or if we need to blow anything up."

He nods toward the door and the general direction of Marion. "I like horses and have worked with them a little. So if we need to capture wild mustangs and break them I should be able to handle that. I was a Texas Ranger and an army scout, so I know some about wood craft and such."

Taking a sip of the whiskey, he sucks a little air in between his teeth. "And as you've guessed I like the sound of my own voice, I do ok talking to people and getting down to the heart of the matter. I speak both the old Spanish language and what the locals in Texas call Nahuaña, as well as French and Latin, not that I recon were going to need either of those."

He sets his glass on the table to see who will speak up next.

Zaranna asks for water.

Good idea, Angus. Let's see. I'm an elf, if that wasn't obvious already, so that should help us when we meet other elves. And I'm good with a bow. And if we meet drakes, which I imagine we will, I know pretty much everything about them and how to kill them, so I can help there too.

Just realized that I have Golarian languages on my sheet instead of Earth ones. Whoops. Will have to change that, so we'll skip that part.
Might still need Draconic, but the rest not.

Vala is a good scout, what with the flying and eagle eyes and all. And, it sounds strange maybe, but I can kind of talk to animals a bit; sometimes convince them to leave us alone if they aren't too hungry to listen. So, not sure, but maybe that will help too.

As to the route, I think we should go south. It's dangerous, yes, but it also has the greatest potential for reward. Although, I'm not really in a hurry. We could take all the routes if we want to. We'll keep getting paid, and I can hunt Drakes, so I'm happy with longer. I do really want some land though. That would be amazing.

"Since the colonel said to report back to him with which route we are taking, we should finalize that decision."

"Also since were going to be on our own we need to make a plan of who will be doing what. We should probably start by going over what skills we have."

John Thomas happily dives into his background.

"Well now I bet it will come as a big suprise that I am an Irishmen, came over with my brother a bit back for the whole 'land o opportunity' thing. Use to be co-owner of a saloon till the dear brother o mine went and started hiring whores. Not a business I wanted."

"For skills I am guessing barteneing wont be much use but I know a bit of other stuff. I am pretty good at getting the lay o the land and know a bit about the adventuring life. That said my best skill is still probably my hands. Never been much for weapons but if I can get up close to most folk they cannot stand toe to toe with me."

When they get to discussing what rout "Personally I would take the sothern rout. More danger, as was said, but I came across the ocean as a kid with nothing but my wits and my fists. Never been one to play it safe."

"I guess it might not be bad for me to practice with this pistol either. So far I am pretty much crap at it."

Farasha is happy to let Angus take the lead, she spends her attention watching the others, how familiar they are with the environment, with their gear, with each other.

Bourbon is good for now she nods

As for the route, I'm reckonin' we can plump for the southern route, we got us some experienced trackers here, and none of us'd be here if we weren't no good at defendin' ourselves...

She hoists her shot glass with Angus and tips it back as he, then Zaranna outline their talents.

Talkin' to animals is a good trick ta have Zara. You got a short name yous prefer? Constanly shoutin' three syllables might be a bit of a mouthful on the trail is all...

She shrugs

Well as for me I'm a bounty hunter of sorts. The kind you send when the quarry isn't run o' the mill, or when the first one you sent did' do the job, ne'er came back if ya catch me drift...

She winks then tips her glass at the others, smiling as the table waits for whoever is next to speak.

Zaranna responds to Farasha:

<Laughing and going with it> You can call me Zara, sure. ... or just Z if you want to go all the way down to one syllable for simplicity. I don't mind. My brother used to call me Zar when he was little.

You're one to talk though. What if we're in the middle of battle and I have to shout all three syllables of *your* name? Should I call you "Fara"? "Asha"? How about "Ash"? I like that one.

For Kuruk and Angus, "Koo" and "Ang"? ... No, no... I like "Rook" and "Gus." <grinning>

I guess John there is the only one we'll really be able to talk to much, since he has a nice short name. Way less effort. ... And John, you never know when bartending will be needed. Hitting people with bottles hurts more, right?

She is quiet after her initial outburst of exposition on names, listening to others, finding out more and content to enjoy the company, but it must have still been ticking in the back of her mind because when someone mentions the Colonel again, she says His name is too long as well. We should just call him Reggie.

'Zara, or Z or Zar, her brother called her Zar. A brother I wonder if they were close. she is right Farasha is just as long. Ang? Gus? yikes.' Angus starts waving his hands at he mention of a nickname. Smiling when she refers to the Colonel as Reggie. "Now Reggie is funny, but please no Ang or Gus. If you must have one syllable make it Tex or something, anything but Gus. I fear it would lead to Gussy or Gusmiester or some other moniker which would drive me to put a bullet in my own brainpan." he smiles wider, "And then who would pick the horses for you."

"I agree, I like the southern route. I'm reasonably familiar with west Texas, It's pretty rough terrain." He then looks toward their Buffalo riding dwarf. "Kuruk, you've been silent, you know the area better than any of us. What gear do we need to survive?"

Grinning again, Zaranna quips True, true, we wouldn't want you too dead to help me get a horse. Tex it is.

With all the talk of names and what to call each other John Thomas pretty much zones out. Nodding along but paying little attention assuming this will evolve as they travel together. Once they have come to an agreeable position he will jump back in.

"Well now my new friends, seems we have settled our biggest problem, out names. With that out of da way are we headed the south rout? Who knows about desert travel? I figure bring some water but that is where it ends."

I was going to suggest smoked goggles, which we use in our Dark Sun campaign, but then I realized that the official Pathfinder version isn't just sunglasses, but they give you a -4 on perception. Wow.

Water for sure, but the question is, how much water. We need about a gallon a day, each, theoretically, and your average waterskin or canteen carries half of that. And in the desert we don't really know where we can replenish our supplies, so that means we need to carry... let's see...

Zendara acts like she is doing math, staring up at the ceiling and mumbling... plus... hmm... carry the one...

It figures up to be a lot. And we don't have a wagon, so, how are we going to carry all that water?

Side trivia: did anyone know that a "buttload" used to be an actual real measurement? Weird.

sorry this took so long, trying to put together a good post

smiling as Farasha winks, "Bounty hunter, impressive."

Tipping his glass to John, smiling. ”That was the easy part John, you don’t mind if I call you John do you? Mister O'Hanallon is quite a mouthful.” He winks at the Irishman, ”As I was saying, that was the easy part. Now we need to figure out a name for the company!” smiling wider. ”As for being 'crap' with the pistol we can help with that. Seriously, any time you want instruction with the pistol let me know, you can also practice with my rifle if you like.”

Reaching across the table he picks up the bottle and fills any empty glasses. ”The southern route it is then, and water is a bigger problem than that. We will have animals to water, we will need to plan a route that will include plenty of watering holes.”

He looks from Zaranna to Kuruk, ”It will be imperative we build a repour with the locals to learn the trails and paths.” Then looking to John. ”Similar to how the scot-irish did when they crossed into Appalachia.”

He shrugs his shoulders slightly, ”Unless we want to try and go by a water route. That would mean boats large enough for horses. Then we would need to transport them from one river to another.” He shakes his head. ”That just seems like a nightmare to me, but it would be doable, and we would never be far from water.”

Zaranna grins at the long-name joke.

Rivers are tempting for the water, although I don't know if we can count on finding rivers in a desert area. Some of the ones you would find on a map through an area like that will only actually be flowing during monsoon season.

Either way, something to keep in mind if we do travel by river are the River Drakes. I know I can overdo it with the Drake talk, but I am deadly serious about this. They enjoy messing with travelers and killing them for fun. That's how my parents died. I welcome the chance to hunt them, but everyone should be clear about the danger.

”That was the easy part John, you don’t mind if I call you John do you? Mister O'Hanallon is quite a mouthful.” He winks at the Irishman,

"Aye Mister O'Hanallon was my da and he was a right piece of work."

John Thomas is happy to have the others work out the logistics of what they bring being as this is out of his expertice.

As a player I would think horse to wide and a wagon for barrels of water and food along with a place to take cover if attacked.

Farasha looks puzzled for a moment, then smiles ruefully at Zaranna

Truth be told, no one's called me Farasha since I can remember, was always 'you', 'soldier' or 'scourge'

Her eyes narrow slightly in recollection but she snaps herself back to the present.

You know, I quite like Asha, or Ash too. Thank you Z...

She glances around at the others and laughs as the nicknames are bandied about.

As the talk turned to provisions she nods

It would be useful to have a way to magic up water if we can find one, but we should also plan our route carefully via watering holes as you've said, doesn't pay to rely on any one thing for your life...

Reggie said he'd get up supplied up when we get to Forth Worth, so we should definitely make sure that involves some pack animals to be able to carry extra water. Asha and Tex are right... planning our route will be of primary importance, but of course we can't predict everything, especially in largely unexplored territory.

Zaranna then grins and goes off on a totally different tack:

So, if we get super rich from all of this, what are you guys going to do with your share? Buy a private island? Set up a ranch?

These folk talk so much, it's uncomfortable. I fear they are set on the South though it may mean they all die, death by greed if they're not careful

I'm not a big speaker, I prefer to let my weapons, spells, and buffalo speak for me. I'm good with the bow, okay with the tomahawk. I can track well, scout, and I know the dessert and southern plains. Most important I know the tribes we'll encounter.

As to water (create water) we shall survive.

Had written a post, either a monster ate it or I hit the wrong tab...

In this kinder gentler world did the 'trail of tears' happen?

'good, their talking, planning, seems like a down to earth group even if the elf seems a little starry eyed.' Angus smiles and lifts his cup. "Ash it is."

Sipping the glass, he turns to Kuruk. "Our native friend here is right on a couple of counts. It's imperative we talk to the tribes."

He turns and nods to Zarrana "That is where both of you will shine. The tribes know the land. We can put a line on a map but they will fill in the spaces. We will not only be surveyors but ambassadors as well. So were on our best behavior, the only ones were looking to fight are the rebel Mexica forces. If we can build a working relationship with the tribes it will make our survival that much easier."

Turning back to Kuruk, "Your exactly right, the money wheter we have it yet or not, won't sustain us. What will is a solid plan, good equipment, that we can take care, of and a solid reputation with the locals."

Angus takes a moment, taking his large felt hat off and running his fingers through his collar length black hair. Appearing a little uncomfortable. "About how to 'prove' our bounties. How do we do that and not offend the apache or any other tribe for that matter? I know there were some agencies that would pay for scalps. But taking ears would be just as easy. Heck, I know it's gross but some warriors a long time ago would take fore-skins. It would prove they were only killing men."

Looking back to Kuruk, "How would the Apache take a bounty? If they see we honor the same methods we may be able to earn their respect."

Angus, looking a little embarrassed, turns to Z and Ash. "Sorry you had to hear that ladies."

Quickly turning to John "Were going to have to take any equipment or repair methods we want to use with us. The Scot-irish came through the Appalachian trails. How did move their gear?"

John, you had mentioned wagons in your OOC do you want to bring them up? Plenty of historical support, cowboys used chuck wagons, pioneers used Conestoga wagons. According to 'the outlaw Josey Wales' the comanchero's used two wheeled carts pulled by oxen.

The Trail of Tears happened somewhat differently. There was a large exodus of natives from the United States to the frontier, spurred on by pressure from Andrew Jackson and vastly changing conditions.

Got into the history and forgot about Create Water in this world. I withdraw the RP cul-de-sac I had put myself in.

John Thomas gets up and slaps Kuruk on the back.

"Well my friend, if you can make water then I will walk with you abd if needed talk for us just so long as I don't die of the thirst. You know my dear old da' use to say the Irish and the Dwarves had much in common. I think we will do well.

"How the we claim a bounty and what not, well, if I need to tan an ear or some such, well, there it is. Kurul will guide us I am sure."

How would you tell one human's ear from another? What proof would that provide other than proving you are killing humans? How would anyone know you didn't just murder a whole town?

There's magical ways to tell Z, they've gone done the same for bounties in many posts. Gotta bring back part of the bounty and get it looked at to prove they're in the ground if you ain't been able to bring em back alive.

Farasha tilts her head to the side

Other thing is to keep a tally and collect necklaces or whatever people wear in those parts. Then we's can sit in front of a truth-judge and have them glamour us, no way to hoodwink em when the power of truth is laid upon ya like that!

She shrugs

Bounty be secondary earnings anyways, if those rumors o' ruins are anything ta go by, I heard there's many powerful things ta find there...

Ohhhh. Thanks Asha. She smiles. I didn't think of using magic that way... I'm not very good with magic myself. Most of the other hunters know a spell or two, but not me. I just don't seem to have the knack.

'Well at least the topic of cutting off body parts don't freak them out. Not sure what I was expecting, not quite right to compare them to my dilatant mother.'

Angus pats his pistols. "Well, I've got all the magic I need. But however we collect the proof of kills I want it obvious to the tribes that we are killing the enemies we share. It will make it easier to get their help."

Angus lifts the bottle up inferring to inquire if anyone is ready for a refill. "If we can trade with the aboriginal people, we may be able to pack light and move fast."

filling his own glass and passing the bottle along. "If not, and were on our own, it would mean wagons and a longer slog through the desert."

Taking a sip of the whiskey. "So who wants to start a list of what we need to get here to join the wagon train and what we will need to get in Texas to head into the desert?"

The only thing we need here are horses. Reggie is paying for provisions when we get to Texas, so we should buy pretty much everything there, shouldn't we?

"Early on bounties were established by scalping, as ugly as the practice is it has taken root among the Apache. Heck (holds up his tomahawk) this was adapted form boarding axes that were trades to the Natives early. Things catch on. There are plainsmen who do things on horses not seen in Europe since the mongols.

The good of having a Buffalo is that they can carry a lot and are very strong, but they also eat a lot more than a horse. My Huera is smart and she can do somethings you might not expect. I suppose my ability to call on different animal abilities also might be a bit surprising if you're not familiar with hunter magic. I can also see through doors."

See through doors? Wow!

I sure hope Kuruk isn't a creepy type, that could get uncomfortable.

"Well now I don't tink I 'av quite the experience ter git together the list. Unless no wan else is willin'. My list would be a touch on the short side I fear."

"Seeing through a door? Well now there, are we going to have to keep an eye on you when we head to the privy?" John Thomas starts to laugh half way thought the last bit and finally bursts with mirth.

"Ah yes, I sometimes forget how silly and prude your peoples are about the subject of sex. All things mate, most rather enjoy it and it is silly to pretend it is otherwise.

If this bothers any of you you do not have the fortitude for this journey and should take your leave before we begin.

"No, no. Was just a joke that caught my fancy. Any sense of privacy of decorum is lost once you run a saloon for a while."

At the far end of the bar, you all hear shouting begin to crop up. A deep voice with the guttural accent of an orc, or perhaps a large half-orc yells, slurred by inebriation, "What did you jusht shay about my mother! I ought to crush your bones runt!" A much higher voice replies in an accent much like John-Thomas, "I said she was uglier than the spawn of a hog and a rat! You think you can get me? Let's see then greenskin, come at me!"

Zaranna rolls her eyes. humans.

She gets up and goes to stand near the door so she can get out easily if things get ugly. She plans to just watch and not interfere unless one of her new companions gets into trouble, but she makes sure her bow is ready to go in case she needs it.

Zaranna
’Only horses for now?’ shrugging his shoulders Angus points out. ”It depends what kind of gear we may be wanting. Regular camping, or mining or ranching gear we can find in Fort Worth, more sophisticated gear might be harder to find. Items like a telescopes, sextants, quadrants, pocket watches even compasses may be an issue. Things we would need for mapping and such.”
Kuruk
’It’s true, the Comanche riders look like they are born on a horse.’ Nodding his head in agreement As Kuruk explains about the aboriginals, ’Call on different anilmal abilities?’ Peaking Angus curiosity, he asks ”Does that mean you’re a ‘medicine man’?
now
Desire to lie with one of you sexually… well he is blunt isn’t he’ Hearing Kuruk’s response to John, Angus almost chokes on his whiskey, clearing his throat quickly his thought process is interrupted by the disruption across the room.

’That looks like all kinds of trouble.’ Angus eases out of his chair, moving to the bar, he leans on the bar and asks Charley, ”Is this the usual crowd or do you want some help with it?”

"Hooboy. Looks like tings some lads have a problem over there."

John Thomas stands up for a better view and then says to pretty much no one. "Dosn't look like this place has anyone to break it up. Well not my concern." and then louder "Five gold on the little fellow."

He does shift his position to stand between Zaranna and the fighters after seeing her head for the door.

Charley shrugs and says to Angus, "Those two are trouble. Wouldn't hurt if you got 'em separated. Once the big fella managed to break the bar when he was pissed off. Tell ya' what, if you get 'em to simmer down your tabs on the house."

Angus tips his hat to the bartender, turns and winks at John saying "I don't think I want to bet against you when it comes to judging a man using fisticuffs."

He walks toward the two combatants, smiling his hands in front of him where they could see them. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, there is no reason to tear Charlie's place up. Let me buy you each a drink and forget this bickering. Or, better yet, if you must fight; take it outside, where you can beat each other senseless without damaging Charlie's fine establishment!"

Angus turns and points to John, winking again his smile even wider. "I will even provide a referee. I have an expert in the art of pugilism in my acquaintance. he will guarantee there is no cheating!"

diplomacy: green guy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
diplomacy: irish guy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
giving simple advice or directions under 'make request' I assume

John Thomas puts on his best bar tender smile and joins Angus in trying to get the folks to leave.

"Lads, whats the point of messing up someone lively hood now?"

addressing the fellow with the irish accent (halfling?).

"Think we are sharing a homeland so I know the joy of a good bar fight as well but it's mid day, how about a drink instead?"

Diplomacy to Aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Nailed it!!

"Take it outside or also face me"

activating aspect of the bull

Kurik's muscles visibly swell and small bull horns peak out of his forehead.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

I'd argue there might be a circumstance bonus to basically hulking out a little.

As you approach, you get a better view of the two. The man with the orcish accent, unsurprisingly, is a massive half-orc. Small, beady eyes peer out of a fantastically ugly face and his thick arms bear the scars of countless hours of hand-to-hand combat. The Irishman is a bit more surprising, mainly due to the fact that he is scarcely over three feet tall, wielding a pair of wickedly sharp daggers. Upon hearing the group, the two look away from each other. The halfling smiles and extends his hand to Angus, "A drink would be just fine. Might help me forget about greenskin over there. Names Seamus by the way" The half-orc scowls and shrugs, "Hmph. Got better things to do anyway." He grabs a bottle of beer and lumbers out of the saloon.

Zaranna watches her new companions resolve the situation peacefully and is impressed, glad that she had overestimated their violence level.

'Face me? No one said anything about brawling with them.' Angus give Kuruk a curious look, as he picks up two bottle of beer from the bar.

'If this doesn't work, I guess I should let Kuruk, break the bottles over their heads.' Smiling, as if at a private joke, he walks over to the two combatants; attempting to hand each of them a beer. He shrugs as the Half-Orc takes his beer and leaves. Turning, he shakes the hand of the Halfling hoisting the beer in the other. "A pleasure Seamus, will a pint do or would you prefer a shot?"

Turning and nodding toward John, he invites Seamus to join them. "We have a fellow countryman of yours in our party, why don't you join us."

assuming Seamus accepts the invitation
As they walk to the table, Angus asks, "How long have you been in New Orleans?"

John Thomas follows Angus towards the halfing a big grin on his face that stops just short of his eyes.

"Seamus, where are you from my friend? County Clair here. Family still back home, except my useless brother. Those are some dangerous looking blades my friend, never been one for weapons myself."

Looking at his other companions.

"We have time for a drink with a fellow ex-pat before we leave?"

Zaranna motions to John to go ahead.

We're staying in town for one or two nights before the supply caravan leaves for Fort Worth anyway right? Don't think we're in a hurry to be someplace at the moment.

Farasha eases her hand away from her revolver, and her other hand slides a knuckleduster back in to her belt pouch, one never knew which way a bar fight might end, too much turned on the chaos of the moment.

Tipping her hat to Angus, she signals to Charley and grabs herself a beer too. Raising the glass she drinks amicably with Angus and the newcomer.

Better things Seamus? So what might those be then in this fine establishment?

She nods at Z and smiles

So do you reckon we get a room here or did ya say there was somewhere wi nicer sheets ya knew of? Might pay ta enjoy luxuries as and when we can eh!?

To Farasha: Sure, if you're ready to retire for the evening, there is definitely a better place to sleep... you don't mind hanging out with Elves, do you? Baroness Pontalba sold us all the rooms above her restaurants and shops in what she calls "Upper Pontalba" over near Jackson Square. When there aren't enough elves to fill the place, we have her rent them to others, but I'm sure I can get you in. There was plenty of space last night. Want to tell the guys we'll meet them in the morning, or wait for them to finish and bring them along?