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Quinn's gathered up his handful of things from the Bar in general, and requested some writing paper and a pen. He's going to head home tonight, and he's got a very real feeling that it'll be for the last time. There are people he owes messages to. Veronica, Hero, Merriman Lyon, Naraht, Moiraine, others- all of them. He could've done the notes upstairs, or outside, but this way he figures that if any of them show up while he's writing, he can talk to them. Or, for that matter, to anyone else who happens by.
All things pass.
All things pass.