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Heads turned to see the new arrivals and Teddy chief among them.

"Oh that's just perfect..." The younger man of the three sighed sarcastically which irked one of the older men causing them to turn back to the younger and point their finger as a warning.

"You shut your mouth, Jonah!"

Jonah was the younger of the bunch. He had a ratty face, truly one that only a mother could love; bulging blue eyes, small puckered lips and a weak chin. Even with the layers of fur on him it was clear the man was scrawny. He had been whining but it would appear he just always sounded like that.

The man that had chastised Jonah was the chief of the encampment, Felton. He wore a beige campaign hat with the cord hanging loosely below his strong dimple chin covered in a dusting of salt and pepper stubble. Above his lip however he had a magnificent mustache, one wondered where he got the pomade to keep it so... magnificent. His eyes were worn, and not just because he had been arguing.

The third man was only just middle-aged, but next to Jonah he was practically a sage of wisdom. This was Dale, the proprietor of the lodge specifically and the saddest looking of the bunch.

Jonah meanwhile had done what Felton told him, grudgingly he went to sit on a stool by the bar, mumbling to himself.

"Apologies, Teddy." Felton sighed, he knew the old coot of course.

"I was wondering when you'd show up again."

Dale considered the discussion over for now and got back behind his counter/bar for any NFC-man or woman who wished to trade or have a drink. He still looked incredibly sad though.