His Orion “friends” told him that this was the place to go to find the sort of person he was looking for—a person who didn’t ask too many questions when given the proper amount of money incentive. They even gave him a list of names and descriptions to help him find someone who would take him out into the forest to explore, and look the other way if he should happen to stumble across an archaeological find that he didn’t want to report to the Preservation authorities.

He peered through the smoky room, noted a collection of people nearby laughing and playing darts, throwing the sharp little projectiles at a picture of…no, he couldn’t tell who it was anymore. Too many holes. Carefully staying out of the path of the darts, he went to the bar and ordered a drink from the dog-faced bartender.