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"No, I do not feel the need to..." Glorfindel backs into the bar, his voice raised as he attempts to keep his adviser at bay. Fussy creatures, advisers. Seeing his opportunity, he closes the door before his pursuer can follow, smiling broadly to himself. He hasn't the faintest idea why he was attracting such attention, the bandages over his shoulder are hardly bulky, and can come off in a day or so. Just a precaution, really.
He gives up on trying to understand, and heads over to the Bar for some mulled wine instead. Might as well make good use of his respite.
He gives up on trying to understand, and heads over to the Bar for some mulled wine instead. Might as well make good use of his respite.