May 31, 2006 01:05
Gwion -- perhaps inadvisably -- is in the bar, with a nice cup of tea.
Of course, Gwion does not know for a fact that his cup of tea is nice. To be precise, he thinks it is brewed nicely.
The White Rider is nowhere in sight.
And Gwion has a very clear line of sight to the front door.
It does not do to be imprudent, you see.
[plotlocked, s'il te plaît.]
mightily oats,
gwion