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[ostro_goth]

There is a still rather subdued Teja, sitting in a chair by the fireplace, and reading a small book with cats on the cover

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[makesthings]

Sameth hasn't seen Teja in a while and spots him when he enters from the back door, he holds all the grime of the forge about him,

"Hello, Teja. You're looking better."

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Sameth," Teja says, looking up from his book. His eyes are still quieter than usual, and dark-smudged with ill-being.

"I again know who I am; Eric was but a tale, from a amovie I had seen on Halloween, or a similar one," he then says.

He has worked that out, by now. The rook. It had been the rook...

[makesthings]

"That sounds very strange, it seems that you're not the only one who's had that sort of illness lately."

He sits down and orders some food and relaxes,

"I've been trying to keep up with what's needed in the forge."

[ostro_goth]

"Thank you," Teja says, gravely. "It is good to have you about, so none take their pressing need elsewhere, and we lose customers on the long run."

Pause.

"I know that it is catching; but have those others also thought they were the heroes of dark, fearsome movies?"

[mogget_cat]

While Teja is reading, a small white paw may reach around the edge of the table, catch its claws in the crust of the dark bread, and slowly, carefully pull it down to the floor.

Omnom.

[ostro_goth]

Teja reaches for the bread while he turns a page, does not find it, gropes around on the table until he deigns to lift his eyes from the page, sees no bread, and looks around, puzzled.

[mogget_cat]

There may be nomming sounds coming from under the table, where there might be cats and a not'cat, trying to do away with the evidence.

[ostro_goth]

Indeed, a little grey cat has joined the not'cat, and when Teja looks under the table, he snorts, then coughs, with true, spontaneous laughter.

Count has the social grace of looking at least a little bit guilty before taking the next bite.