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[_thuringwethil]

*decides to escape the tension of the temple*

*heads out to the pub and sits in a dark corner with a glass of wine*

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[lindorie]

*Decides she could do with a drink*

*All this thinking is giving her a headache*

*Sits at her Ada's angsting table and broods.*

[_thuringwethil]

*raises an eyebrow and observes you*

[lindorie]

*Glances up briefly*

*Is pretty sure she's seen you somewhere before but can't place you.*

*Figures by the look of you, you work at her mother's club.*

[_thuringwethil]

Hmm... it looks Feanorian but smells a lot like mortal...

How very odd.

[lindorie]

*starts to feel very "watched"*

*shifts uncomfortably*

Do I know you?

[_thuringwethil]

*smiles*

I don't think so. But I think we might have seen each other around.

[lindorie]

Do you work at the club?

[_thuringwethil]

*shakes her head*

No... No, I don't. I just live nearby and like coming into town once in a while for a meal.

[lindorie]

Oh right. Sorry, you looked like you were - I mean, nothing. >.<

*becomes very interested in her drink again*

[_thuringwethil]

*raises an eyebrow*

A what, woman of loose morals?

[lindorie]

Noo...not that. A woman of...marketable assets. :S

*shrugs* Nothing wrong with it.

[_thuringwethil]

Why thank you. Always nice to receive a complement.

[lindorie]

Thought you'd be offended.

[mornaquilde]

*wanders in and stops*

*stares

*scowls at the scantily clad bat-babe*

[_thuringwethil]

*scowls back*

Well, well, well. If it isn't the half-breed bastard who's trying to sabotage my daughter's relationship. >:|

[mornaquilde]

...

Say what now?