Room 518, the Arms [early afternoon]
Mat was not bloody panicking. No indeed. He had left Tuon and the Aes Sedai (and the gleeman and the ugly child and what was left of his Redarms and far too much of his gold) under the protection of Valan Luca and his bloody traveling circus--though he'd also gotten the man to promise not to travel bloody anywhere until he returned--and then went to escort Arthur and Merlin back to their portal...and had come to Fandom for the weekend for a dance.
Shut up.
He wasn't avoiding his wife. His bloody bald-headed, curveless, Daughter of the Nine Moons bloody High-Blooded Seanchan wife who had been able to kick his ass without trying. Not at all!
Blood and ashes, where was the mini-bar? Mat was planning on getting as drunk as a fiddler on Sunday and hiding from everyone (especially Arthur and Merlin) forever.
Or for the weekend. But he wasn't avoiding things! Really.
Shut up.
He wasn't avoiding his wife. His bloody bald-headed, curveless, Daughter of the Nine Moons bloody High-Blooded Seanchan wife who had been able to kick his ass without trying. Not at all!
Blood and ashes, where was the mini-bar? Mat was planning on getting as drunk as a fiddler on Sunday and hiding from everyone (especially Arthur and Merlin) forever.
Or for the weekend. But he wasn't avoiding things! Really.