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A tall, dark-haired man walks into the bar, with a dog. The dog is slightly unusual and might be noticed where the man might not be. The dog is pure white with red ears. Rather a strange breed.
The man himself is rather handsome and wearing modern clothing. When he sees where he is, he grins and claps his hands. "Milliways! It seems it's holiday time, Weylyn. Now, for a good ale and some of that fantastic bread."
He goes about procuring said items from Bar and taking a barstool to eat and watch people.
He's thinking of the lakeside, and how beautiful the sun is there. He can't wait for morning.
After all, in Annwn, there is no sun.
The man himself is rather handsome and wearing modern clothing. When he sees where he is, he grins and claps his hands. "Milliways! It seems it's holiday time, Weylyn. Now, for a good ale and some of that fantastic bread."
He goes about procuring said items from Bar and taking a barstool to eat and watch people.
He's thinking of the lakeside, and how beautiful the sun is there. He can't wait for morning.
After all, in Annwn, there is no sun.