"Hmm... I suppose that is true, but take a close look at some of the people in this bar. You can see the unease they wear, even among themselves." He nodded towards a few men sitting at the bar, they spoke in hushed tones so that he couldn't hear what they were saying, but occasionally one would involuntarily twitch or look over his shoulder. Derryl was used to picking up on the unsaid clues of others.

Reaching into the lining of his jacket he pulled out an ivory dagger, which curved slightly leaving the impression that it was made from bone. The dagger had a rusty brown stain along the bladed portion. Taking a thinning book from another pocket he carved out a page to about palm size and returned the book, leaving the knife on the table. "You don't mind do you?" he rhetorically asked as he pulled out some loose tobacco and rolled up a cigarette, letting it sit at the end of his mouth. Lighting it he continued, "Scared, certainly. But most have the rights and it has done them well, living to the next day. Only the dead have nothing to fear; and the insane. Speaking of, I've heard some pretty crazy tales of wild goose chases for old world technology. Not the usual scavenging of pieces, but of whole buildings filled with working technology and the knowledge to use it, or sell it." He brought up the rumors, hoping to find out if he was on the right path, and if it was worth exploring the option further.