Sojourn Complex [N0F8]

<font size="12" color="#bfffffff">On this sub-zero day in space, we gather in the dusty "</font><font size="14" color="#ffff0000"><b>Nho-mans Cantina</b></font><font size="12" color="#bfffffff">". Our rowdy laughter, and lewd humor may seem uncouth, but it only serves to mask the hushed whispers among us. In between shots of hard liquor, a hard truce is written. The future, once again, forged to the music of an ancient jukebox.</font>