He shakes his head, "This is Wasteland, everyone comes and goes with their own sets of past. Creatures here don't disclose such crucial information, a land without rules caused its citizens to create their own set of rules. Never believe anyone," the man takes a big gulp of liquor, then adds, "However, it may take at least two years before he returns or maybe longer."
The man wipe the grease off his mouth with the back of his hand, "Just what exactly did he do? He's just an average healer, as far as I remember, he wasn't even a runaway or a criminal like the rest of us. Did he perhaps steal your money or something?"
The man shook his head, this time tapping the surface of the table once more, "I also want to know, what exactly he did to incur her curiosity and command for him to be searched within ten years," he smiled at the man who still enjoyed his meal in mid conversation, "I'm slowly losing interest now."
