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[shadowsusannah]

Earlier today, Susannah visited the infirmary, and reclaimed a piece of her property. Left an IOU.

Now, in pinned-under blue jeans and a COLUMBIA sweatshirt, riding in a flying wheelchair sans wheels, Susannah Dean is in the bar. She looks a lot better than she did yesterday; a strong and beautiful black woman (sans legs), old enough to be someone

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[will_scarlett]

Will is watching out for some people and the wheelchair makes him first look for Barbara, when he sees Susannah, he gives a small nod,

"God's greetin's o'the season to ye, milady."

[shadowsusannah]

"Thankee," she says, with a nod. "And the same to you, then."

[will_scarlett]

He's noticed the gun, its rather hard not to notice and looks for a moment towards his door,

"I 'ope yer troubles 'ave given ye a moment o'peace, milady. Forgive me manners, I'm Will Scarlett."

[shadowsusannah]

"I'm Susannah Toren," she says. Her troubles pass without mention. "Hile and merry-meet, Mister Scarlett."

She sounds half-amused, like a traveller breaking out his long-dormant Spanish on vacation.

[will_scarlett]

Will can't help but smile at the music of her speech since he so rarely hears it in Milliways,

"Just Will, truly, mister is better suited to more proper sorts then myself. Ye seem to know yer way well 'ere, yet I fear I've ne'er seen ye 'fore."

[shadowsusannah]

She looks up over the bar; there's a little treasure there, a disc of stained glass copied from a New York cathedral. The sun's long down, in these dark days of the year, but when the light is right the patterns it makes must be lovely.

"That was mine," she says. "Long ago. I am Susannah Dean that was; I hope you might have heard of my husband, who was Assistant Manager here once... but o' course, the world moves on, even at the End of the Universe."

[will_scarlett]

He follows her gaze and smiles again, there have been times the light has called home up for him in its own way,

"'fraid to say I 'avena, only been findin' doors since February o'this year an I'm still findin' my way in Milliways though thank the Lord for grantin' me a door."

[shadowsusannah]

She nods. "It's a grace. For some."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, tis a lovely way to put it. I'm from Nottingham, in Richard's reign, so peace is a rare thing."

[shadowsusannah]

"Now that's a famous era," she says, nodding. "The good king missing at war, and a traitor on the throne?"

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, tis tales told o'the man I serve, Robin o'Locksley. Makes me glad to know 'e's a 'ero through time though dinna know 'ow the tale will end which is for the best."

[shadowsusannah]

Tales all tend to end the same way, in Susannah's experience. "Wise. It never did anyone much good to know their future, tempting as it might be."

[will_scarlett]

"Na that wise, just myself. Glad for a place where death doesna seem as close, any more is just a gift."

[shadowsusannah]

"Hm," she says.

Susannah was part of a little shooting party out back, one day long ago. Death has never seemed far from her. "This place is many things to many people."

[will_scarlett]

Will has a price on his head and has stood with a noose around his neck, he's glad for moments of safety,

"Aye, tis that, known a friend or two who 'as left na to return for many a reason but still just findin' my way 'ere."