Malcolm liked to take his time while he was out and about on the job, whenever he was, to do more exploring of the cave. He'd gotten enough in during his first week that he was familiar with the general locations, but the details mattered a bit more now. Besides, it wasn't like he was allowed around any emergency situations. (Did those ever happen? He supposed the possibility was always there.)

Which was how he all but stumbled upon the little crevice in the wall with the bit of cigarette smoke coming out of it, and also the person doing the smoking. The bartender, if he was correct.

Duty demanded he act on the situation. But Malcolm wasn't exactly loyal to the guard force. "You realize that's contraband, sir, don't you?"