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Jan 05, 2008 22:42

Melou stomps in from the lake door and takes a seat at one of the nearest tables. He doesn't look overly happy to be here, but he resigns himself to it and orders a jug of water and a glass from a waitrat.

And then he gets down to the business of sharpening his knife, his sword resting in top of the table. It will likely be next.

melou

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