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Oct 18, 2007 12:21

 (OOM: Iorek has been idling around Milliways for some time. Little introspection but, you know, who knows what passes through a bear's mind? Belar, shut up!)

And thus, the bulk of the panserbjorn and his armor squeezes through the door one morning, a few autumn leaves stuck to his armor, maybe a small branch caught in a joint between plates and snapped away from the tree as he passed.

He pads up to the Bar on all fours, raising up onto his hind legs as he gets to it and nodding his great head slowly.

"A jug of water, melted from Northern Ice, please? And maybe... A few strips of seal meat." There is a very small touch of nostalgia in his voice, maybe a tad of homesickness. It's small, barely noticeable unless one is paying definite attention to him.

As Bar produces the earthenware jug and a wooden platter with half a dozen foot-long strips of meat on it, Iorek nods once more and picks them up, heading for one of the tables and sitting on his haunches beside it. He sets the jug and platter onto the table and starts to chew on the first strip of meat thoughtfully, looking around with dark, flat, patient eyes.

will scarlett, iorek byrnisson, oom

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