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It's been a long time since Melou found himself in this particular place. Longer than perhaps those who last saw him realize. It's not something he should really be surprised about, but the way things are going outside, he'll have to be forgiven for being a little taken aback.
He stands just within the door for a few moments, blinking and getting his bearings, sword in hand, before he finally relaxes. It's another few minutes after that before he makes his way to a chair, lays his weapon across the table and manages to obtain a wet cloth from a waitrat and begins to wipe the dirt and blood off his face.
If he remembers correctly, he has a room here, but he'll be damned if has the key anymore.
He stands just within the door for a few moments, blinking and getting his bearings, sword in hand, before he finally relaxes. It's another few minutes after that before he makes his way to a chair, lays his weapon across the table and manages to obtain a wet cloth from a waitrat and begins to wipe the dirt and blood off his face.
If he remembers correctly, he has a room here, but he'll be damned if has the key anymore.