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[wellthrownstone]

Garion is in the bar today, flopped out unceremoniously on one of the couches with a bartender's book in his hands. Beldaran, soft red hair curling wildly around, sleeps on his stomach, quite content with cuddling up to her father. At Garion's feet (or one of his feet, as the other is hooked over one of the couch legs), Geran and Wolf are working on some blocks and a puzzle or two.

Any of them would be happy to see a familiar (or a new) face.