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[maydaybrat]

Mordred comes down the stairs with the slow movements of one who is very afraid of moving their head too much. Possibly he should be in bed, and the fact that he isn't says something about Mordred's personality

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[_courage_]

Link, seeing this man, became keenly curious. He'd met several women but he was yet to prove himself as a comrade to his fellow men. He took off his hat and shield and left it by his table. He looked that little more realistic without them.

He made his way over and sat down next to Mordred. "Greetings."

[maydaybrat]

Mordred looks up, and blinks.

"Greetings," he replies slowly, and arches an eyebrow. "New here?"

[_courage_]

Link nodded. "I've got a general impression of this place." Link took Mordred's hand without warning and shook it. "I'm Link. It is a pleasure to meet you."

[maydaybrat]

"Don't!" Mordred whimpers as the sudden movement sends his head ringing again.

"Mordred Pendragon, currently suffering from a hangover."