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[destroy_restart]

Tower was in the bar.

He was smoking a big cigar that smelled very nice from a bit further away, and watching people's lives unfold around him.

Willing to just watch, willing to participate; willing to interact or even, given special stupidity on the part of somebody as yet not determined, interfere.

[[OOC: The warning from last time still

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[iambetadraconis]

Again, Rabastan doesn't possess super smell, but he's learning that he's smelling things in three dimensions now.

Translation: he notices the aroma of cigar amongst all the other smells of the bar.

And he looks at Tower.

Strange old codger when'd he get here?

[destroy_restart]

Tower noticed the look and followed it along to its origin.

Funny little fellow, hard-used by fate dealing interesting blows recently, Tower realised.

[iambetadraconis]

And yet, the mun has Plans. That means more blows, poor duck.

When his maker calls him at last, He'll be collecting crumbs.

Well, might as well investigate the stranger.

The wolf is ... curious...

[destroy_restart]

"Good afternoon, young man," Tower said, amiably.

Lurking. There was something about this young man that told him the fellow belonged to him - unexpected, painful change was part of his life.

[ruinous_fortune]

Ruin was sprawled on a sofa, watching him.

Steel-grey eyes glinting in the light of the bar.

[destroy_restart]

"Brother!" Tower said with a grin. "Nice place you've found for yourselves here."

[ruinous_fortune]

"It's a place," he nods. "A decent one, I suppose. You and Misery settling in all right?"

[destroy_restart]

"Entertaining, too," Tower said. "All that drama! All the challenges and transformations!"