Return of the Drow

[fightingblind]

Well, here is someone who has not been here for quite a while. He does not seem to be at all concerned about that; then again, even if he was, it would be doubtful that he would show it. He walks in through the back door, dropping a bag that most likely has a few freshly-killed fowl in it on the table and moving to find a knife to finish dressing

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[upside_drow]

*has not exactly been around much either, but it's doubtful anyone really noticed. Or minded. (Except probably for Jarl, because he notices everything.) But anyway, finds himself wandering into the kitchen for sustenance, and being vaguely surprised to find a Zak*

--H'llo. *blinks, and nods at him, and continues questing for lunch*

[fightingblind]

*spares him a glance* Hello, Dinin.

[upside_drow]

You're back. *which, as a sort of afterthought, is questioning, because sporadic existence makes for a slightly fuzzy sense of time* ?

[fightingblind]

Apologies for the disappointment. *rather assumes it instead of taking it from Dinin's tone*

[upside_drow]

*is kind of not exactly disappointed, but didn't know that 'til it was mentioned, so thank you Zak, for pointing it out* *a touch more coldly:* Don't worry, I'll recover.

[fightingblind]

*raises an eyebrow at him slightly, not quite expecting the coldness but not exactly surprised by it, either* I should hope so.

[upside_drow]

*gives him a bit of a hard Look -- only it's Dinin, it's really more of a look, and it sidewinds off into the depths of a cupboard at first opportunity, where the cookies quite fail to be impressed* Right. *casts about for a topic* *a bit flatly* Good hunting?

[fightingblind]

*is rather confused about why he's getting an attempted glare* Well enough. Has there been trouble here?

[upside_drow]

*is just being stupid, don't mind him* Is there ever not trouble here? *gets himself milk and cookies. Because he is five.* But nothing specific, no.

[fightingblind]

Good. *shakes his head slightly, deciding to drop it and focus on his pheasants*

[upside_drow]

*quietly finishes arranging his cookies (no, really) then, before making to leave, but stops and turns in the door, looking awkward* Look-- sorry. Welcome back.

*see, he's learned-- something!*

[fightingblind]

*gives him a look that is not quite wtf, but is very close* .....thank you. *is wondering whether he should be suspicious now or not*

[upside_drow]

*nods, looking less than happy, and goes before he can dig himself any deeper*

[fightingblind]

*is just going to wonder what the heck got into him*