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[politestpirate]

He knows the feeling of one of those magics well.

Too well.

So, there is a very shaken Wellard hurring down the stairs to the bar, looking around quickly.

Something happened. Something had to have happened- but the question was, what?

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[creator_raven]

Some time later, Raven blinks at him from a chair by the fire.

"The day has been mostly good, yes?"

[politestpirate]

".... Mister Raven." Wellard blinks at him, then gives the bar another wary glance.

"If you do say so, sir."

[creator_raven]

"It is less saying than asking, I think."

Probably.

[politestpirate]

He thinks back over that- and gives Raven a faint, wry smile.

"It had been good sir, but- something did happen now, didn't it?"

[merrimanlyon]

Merriman's there, and judging by the expression on his face it seems as if he'd have more questions than answers tonight. But he nods to Wellard, on sight.

[politestpirate]

And while answers are good-

This is still the Commodore, and if he cannot keep calm in a crisis even while not knowing all what happened, no one can. Wellard pauses by the Bar quick to gather a tray of tea things, and heads over.

"Mr Lyon, good day."

[merrimanlyon]

'Mister Wellard.' A small gesture, indicating that Wellard should sit. 'You felt it, I gather?'

[politestpirate]

"Yes." With a wry grimace, he sets down the tea.

"Easily like before, just thankfully no where near as bad. Do you know what happened, sir?"