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[sign_seeker]

*Will enters, looking around cheerfully*

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[a_gunslinger]

Roland spots him, and -- slowly -- heads over, with a mind to continue their conversation from the previous evening.

"Long days and pleasant nights, Will."

[sign_seeker]

*smiles*

And may you have twice the number, Roland.

[a_gunslinger]

Roland can't help but return the smile, even if it's smaller than Will's -- it's good to hear the right response. "How do you fare this evening?"

[sign_seeker]

Well, thanks. How goes it with you?

[a_gunslinger]

This time it's not the stick he looks at, but the bar, and it's more of a baleful look than a wry one. Then he looks back at Will. "Can't complain."

"I would continue our conversation from last night, if you'd be open to it."

[sign_seeker]

*He doesn't react openly to the baleful look at the bar, except a bit of amusement showing in his eyes. He's not sure if it's caused by the newly working magic or by the colorful mug in Roland's hand.*

*Instead, he nods.*

Sure.

*He gestures to a free table, eyebrows raised slightly in invitation.*

[a_gunslinger]

Roland sits, and waits for Will to settle himself down.

And because the formalities must be observed: "Would you have anything to eat or drink before we continue?"

[sign_seeker]

*drops into a chair*

*amiably* No thanks, I'm fine.

[a_gunslinger]

Roland nods. "Then...we were speaking of Arithon, I believe, and whether or not he will be punished, and how." His gaze is sharp. "It troubles me that one who can do such a thing as he did to her is loose in the bar. The Lady Moiraine can defend herself from attacks of a magical nature, but she apparently couldn't defend herself from this. That doesn't bode well for those of us who have only a gun and our wits."

[sign_seeker]

*Will blows out a breath, regarding the table soberly.*

I understand.

*His eyes slide up to meet Roland's.*

For whatever it is worth, I can tell you that I think he is a good man, at the heart of him, and that it is not something he would have done if he did not feel he had to. I think he misjudged, and did wrong, but... He did not do it lightly.

But that is not exactly the root of what you are saying, of course.

[a_gunslinger]

Roland shakes his head. "No. It's not. And...if you have the opportunity to say so -- " Because I'm not speaking to the Dream-lord if I can help it, his face says, or maybe Because I'm not touching this one with a ten-foot pole -- "you might bring this up to whoever does decide his punishment."

[sign_seeker]

*Will regards him a moment, then nods.*

*If he has the opportunity, if a conversation turns that way, he will pass on Roland's worries as one of the many sides of this.*

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine sees Will and Roland together. (The Wheel weaves, perhaps. Or perhaps it is ka. In any case, the Aes Sedai hesitates, then approaches their table with a serene smile of greeting.*

Good evening, Will. Roland.

[a_gunslinger]

"Lady-sai. Long days and pleasant nights." Roland looks up, not smiling...but his face relaxes, some. He extends his right hand to an empty chair. "Would you join us?"

[blue_ajah]

I should be glad to, at that.

*She gracefully accepts the seat, and looks around at them.*

I hope that I have not disturbed your conversation?

[sign_seeker]

*cheerfully* Of course not.

How goes it for you, Moiraine?