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So there is a Prince of Amber in the bar tonight. He'd managed to drag himself out of the infirmary a couple of days after receiving help from two rather gifted peoplel. Bleys says gifted because both were able to help him instead of flail about like most would have done in certain situations.
With his arm bandaged up along with the rest of his ouches he sits there at a table, a cigerette burning within an ashtray within grabing distance and a glass of scotch beside of it. But that's not what his attention at the moment: it's the tarot style cards he has laid out before him in a rather intricate pattern. The smirk upon Bleys' face is enough to make any passerby giggle. He wasn't expecting what he saw.
Anyone can notice the cards- they may know a few of the faces upon them as well. Botherable.
[tinytag: Bleys of Amber]
With his arm bandaged up along with the rest of his ouches he sits there at a table, a cigerette burning within an ashtray within grabing distance and a glass of scotch beside of it. But that's not what his attention at the moment: it's the tarot style cards he has laid out before him in a rather intricate pattern. The smirk upon Bleys' face is enough to make any passerby giggle. He wasn't expecting what he saw.
Anyone can notice the cards- they may know a few of the faces upon them as well. Botherable.
[tinytag: Bleys of Amber]