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The door opens and in walks Liir Thropp.
It isn't a very different Liir Thropp who enters the bar from the one who left it. He's still himself. Nothing's changed there. There's still a broom in one hand, an expression which could be described in the most generous terms as 'irritable' on his face, and a pack of pereguenay cigarettes in his left pocket... but there is one rather conspicuous addition.
It's wrapped in a great black cloak and settled in the crook of one arm and peeks out from between blood-stained eyelids and folds of material to take in the wonderful and marvelous sight of Milliways, the Resturant at the End of the Universe. Or rather, she.
Trailing behind him, shaking his hand a bit as the goat had proven testier than previously thought, is Trism bon Cavalish, who watches Liir carefully. True, he trusts Liir as far as one could trust Liir, but he was the first to admit that this wasn't all that far. For all that, something is on the former menacier's mind, so perhaps he looks a bit distracted as he watches the pair in front of him and thanks the Unnamed God that Liir had decided to come back to the bar. He hadn't felt safe at Apple Press Farm, not one bit, and the thought of a hot meal and a warm bed was as comforting as knowing there would be no Guardsmen after them.
It isn't a very different Liir Thropp who enters the bar from the one who left it. He's still himself. Nothing's changed there. There's still a broom in one hand, an expression which could be described in the most generous terms as 'irritable' on his face, and a pack of pereguenay cigarettes in his left pocket... but there is one rather conspicuous addition.
It's wrapped in a great black cloak and settled in the crook of one arm and peeks out from between blood-stained eyelids and folds of material to take in the wonderful and marvelous sight of Milliways, the Resturant at the End of the Universe. Or rather, she.
Trailing behind him, shaking his hand a bit as the goat had proven testier than previously thought, is Trism bon Cavalish, who watches Liir carefully. True, he trusts Liir as far as one could trust Liir, but he was the first to admit that this wasn't all that far. For all that, something is on the former menacier's mind, so perhaps he looks a bit distracted as he watches the pair in front of him and thanks the Unnamed God that Liir had decided to come back to the bar. He hadn't felt safe at Apple Press Farm, not one bit, and the thought of a hot meal and a warm bed was as comforting as knowing there would be no Guardsmen after them.