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Jadis never leaves Milliways (where would she go?), but that doesn't mean that she's always entirely there. Time can play strange tricks, and no-one really knows how big the library is. Suffice it to say, that when Jadis wanders into the Bar this evening, book in one hand, she hasn't been gone - you just haven't seen her around.
The seven-foot tall, paper white woman throws her shock of hair back over her shoulders, and slides into one of her usual booths. A flicked finger at one of the wait-rats quickly sends them scurrying for her usual pitcher of cool wine, and she opens the book. The patrons of the bar are more interesting than the pages of her book. There are, it seems, a lot of new faces.
The seven-foot tall, paper white woman throws her shock of hair back over her shoulders, and slides into one of her usual booths. A flicked finger at one of the wait-rats quickly sends them scurrying for her usual pitcher of cool wine, and she opens the book. The patrons of the bar are more interesting than the pages of her book. There are, it seems, a lot of new faces.