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[deserved_it]

Blowing on red fingers, Eustace enters from the lake, bow and quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. It's getting darker outside, and colder, as it draws on towards winter. It hasn't stopped Eustace's archery practice yet, but it's getting there.

He orders tea from the Bar, claims a table, and sets about some maintenance for the bow and arrows

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[last_king]

Tirian's over in a seat nearer the fire, but on seeing Eustace, he rises and moves toward his table.

"Goodeven, Eustace."

[deserved_it]

He looks up and grins.

"Hullo, Tirian. Care to join me?"

[last_king]

"Gladly." Tirian nods, settling into a vacant seat.

"I hope you've been well, of late?"

[deserved_it]

"Pretty well."

He glances towards the lake door. "I'd say getting claustrophobic, what with the winter coming on, but I think Las Vegas has cured me of claustrophobia for a good long time."