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[heavyhand]

*arrives at Caranthire's with lots of prime-grade steaming-fresh moose meat*

*vaguely wonders when Beleg will be back*

EDIT: *arrives at Lúthien's with Beleg in tow*

How's my favorite girl? :D

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[caranthire]

:o

Oh WOW!!!!

Thank you!!!!

[heavyhand]

Don't mention it. Our pleasure.

[caranthire]

*calls for some servants to take the meat to the kitchens*

Come on in, won't you?

[heavyhand]

*does*

Is Beleg back yet?

[caranthire]

*shakes her head*

Haven't seen him.

*leads you to the living room*

Drink?

[heavyhand]

*wonders where he is, since disassembling the meat took quite some time* :S

Sure.

[caranthire]

*opens the liquor cabinet*

Help yourself. If you want something in the form of a cocktail I'll give Morno a shout since he loves mixing drinks.

[heavyhand]

*pours himself a neat whisky*

Nah. I'm not a cocktail kind of guy.

[caranthire]

Heh. Didn't think so.

*sits down and kicks her feet up on the coffee table*

[heavyhand]

*sips his whiskey*

You look different than you did in the morning.

[caranthire]

What, less volatile and weirded out?

[heavyhand]

Yes.

[caranthire]

Went and had a talk with Nienor.

[heavyhand]

I see.

Is she well?

[caranthire]

Confused and bewildered. But I think she appreciated our talk.

[heavyhand]

*nods* I'm glad it helped you, too.

I'll go see her in a few days, probably. Give her time to adjust to the situation.