Knowing that Manchester could likely detect him coming regardless, Cerin merely walks up to him- No need for theatrics. "You, me, drinks, now," he says, tossing Manchester a small bag of coins, "Whatever that'll buy, my treat. Follow me."

Manchester catches the bag of coins, then looks at it, then at Cerin. He shrugs and smirks, taking a match out of his pocket and sticking it his mouth like a cigarette. "Sure, why not? Lead the way."

Cerin steps along a path, leading Manchester with him toward a bar not far off. "What drink do you usually order? It can tell a lot about a man," he says, looking back, "I'd guess you just like a good pale ale."

Manchester shrugs. "Beer, more often than not. Anything simple, cheap, and plentiful." He was sending out constant waves of telepathic energy, trying to determine from Cerin if this little excursion had any alterior motive. He wasn't really trying too hard, though, since he was sure he could handle anything that the man threw at him.

Manchester would find that Cerin's mind was mostly filled with butterflies and middle fingers, and bizarre haiku. "You know, Manchester. I enjoy a nice cold beer. They are delicious," he says, crossing his arms, "But really, no man should admit to enjoying something cheap and in bulk. It shows a sense of self doubt." The two arrive at the bar, and Cerin opens the door, stepping in.

Manchester shrugs and steps in. "Hey, interpret that as ya will. I think it just means I have simple tastes, especially since it was all I could afford before my... journey, here." He steps into the bar, following Cerin.

Elessar raised a hand in greeting as his employees entered, a medium glass of amber liquid in front of him, and a grin on his face, humming quietly as he bounces his knee, giving no sign of the slight internal wince he's feeling "Hey there you two, nice of you to join me."

Manchester smiles and raises a hand to greet his boss, choosing not to invade his mind out of respect and the fact he pays the young man. "Evenin', boss. Good ta see th' man runnin' the show can have a drink with the lackeys." He chuckles and takes a seat at the bar near his boss.

Cerin moves over and sits next to the two, pulling his hood down. "You're a lackey. Me? You don't even know what my job position is," he says, smirking at Manchester, "Executive Manager. I get stuck with more paperwork than Elessar does, the jerk. But it's not as if you don't do work, right 'boss'?"

Elessar chuckles a bit and stops bouncing his leg "Nah, it's not much of a lofty position until we really get running, and even then," he grins at Cerin "if you're really doing more paperwork than I have to deal with, you need either a raise or more breaks." he raises his drink in salute before taking a sip, the scent of the spiced liqueur stirred up into the air.

Manchester smirks and turns to the bartender, setting out a few coins. "Beer. Whatever ya got that's decent, if ya will." He then turns back to his boss and the "executive manager." "So, when do ya think the business will be up and running? Been a bit bored and ready ta put my... unique talents, ta use." He lightly chews on the match in his mouth.

"Whoa there, you're not going out anywhere to hurt people," Cerin says, leaning closer to Manchester, "Nobody knows much about us, so we won't be invaded yet. Just be ready if we are."

"Technically though, we're already running a little bit, just enough to cover startup and wages really, small contracts that can be done easily enough under minimal labor. Elessar set down his glass and pushes it just far enough to rest both hands on the table "But, if we can get a few things, we might just start running the major contracts sooner... it's just a pity the things are so hard to get."

Manchester raises an eyebrow to Cerin. "I was meaning my telepathy. Ta point out threats and protect the company. I'm not just gonna go out and hurt people." He then turns to his boss. "What all do we need ta get runnin' sooner? Maybe I can help."

Cerin smirks, leaning back in his seat. "Yes, your powers are what I mean. No need to go out using them unless someone comes to us," he says, shrugging, "I mean, why would I have you attack innocents?"

Elessar spins his glass some "We need a bit of new technology, 3D printers, but I think it costs a couple hundred thousand gold per before getting into material costs. Shrike most certainly has them, but we'll likely be doomed as a major manufacturer wihout them." he takes another sip of his drink.

Manchester shrugs at Cerin's comment. "Wasn't saying I would. I was saying I would just keep my mind open to read people's thoughts, and be prepared to keep the company safe." He turns to his boss and nods. "Aye, they were quite expensive where I came from as well. had no need for 'em there, but still thought they were interestin'." He leaned in closer to his boss. "If we don't got the coin ta buy 'em... maybe we shoudl try a slightly less... tasteful, approach?"

Cerin gives Manchester a bit of a look, then shrugs. "Sure, we could buy a used one," he says, staring Manchester down, "But it would be bad for business to talk about things like that in public."

"Also, who knows what a used has been 'used' for" Elessar gave a small shudder before shaking his head "It would be almost as bad as just getting the parts for one. But yeah we can talk about this later, after drinks." Elessar chuckles and continues looking at his drink, examining it a bit before drinking back almost half of it and taking a moment to breathe before looking over at the other two "I think you may have given me a few ideas of what we can do though."

Manchester smirks and nods, knocking back a good gulp of his beer. "Hmm, good stuff... anyway, glad to be of service, boss. Let me know if I can help with anything else."