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Clive raised an eyebrow at Zell's explanation, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "[color=F1B338]Now, Zell, I reckon that don’t quite sound like just some friendly foolin’ around,[/color]" he said, his voice steady but laced with concern. He glanced over at Barracker, then back to Zell, trying to gauge the truth behind the words. "[color=F1B338]You boys look like you’re carryin’ a heavy load, and I just hope it ain't trouble brewin’.[/color]"

With a slight nod and a shrug of his broad shoulders, he pushed off from the doorframe the farmers demeanor shifting to one of camaraderie. "[color=F1B338]But hey, if y’all say you’re fine, I’ll trust ya. Just remember, the more folks know, the messier it can get,[/color]" he added, his tone serious but warm, before heading down the stairs. 

Clive chuckled softly as MacKensie began to lecture him as they made their way down the wooden old stairs of the Drum, a warm smile spreading across his face. "[color=F1B338]Now, Mac, I reckon we ain't the ones actin’ silly. We just get caught up in the moment, y’know? Can’t help it if life throws a few curveballs our way,[/color]" he replied, his twang adding a comforting rhythm to his words.

He caught her smirk and returned it with an easy grin. "[color=F1B338]But I see what you’re sayin’. Sometimes, it feels like we’re just a couple of cowboys ridin’ into town without a care in the world. Don’t you worry, though—if things get too wild, I’ll be right there to lasso it all back together,[/color]" he added, playful yet sincere. "[color=F1B338]Just remember, lil chickadee, it’s all part of the adventure.[/color]"

Reaching the foyer they were greeted with the whole entourage of their companions together, Clive went and leaned against the bar, watching MacKensie move with an ease that spoke of her genuine warmth. He couldn’t help but smile as she greeted each person with an infectious enthusiasm. 

When they moved two tables together, Clive joined in, helping to push the sturdy wood to create one big table  “[color=F1B338]Looks like we’re settin’ up for a feast.[/color]” the southerner joked boisterously slapping Fredrick on the back with a jovial laugh.

His attention turned when a stranger entered the inn, having a second where he grimaced blinking once then twice - as if he had a spotlight shone directly in his eyes for but a moment before shaking his head. Before he could question himself Clive cackled slightly as the girl who gave him a right proper tongue lashing just a few ticks back jumped up from her seat giddy as a schoolgirl to greet the newcomer introducing the woman to the whole group, Clive stepped closer eager to join in the welcoming. 

“[color=F1B338]Well, I’ll be! Ain’t that somethin’? Glad to have a fellow American in our midst,[/color]” he said with a friendly grin. “[color=F1B338]Name’s Clive. Just a simple farmer, but I reckon we’ll get along just fine. Welcome to Mytheria.[/color]”