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The weather is still unseasably pleasant outside, for someone used to Ankh-Morpork and its varying weathers of stifling smog and pouring rain.
After a morning's worth of practise, Havelock is taking a break in the heat of the day to re-sharpen his throwing knives, sitting peacefully in the shade of one of the lilac trees.
(There's a neatly cut sprig lying beside him, apparently ignored.
But it's not forgotten.)
[OOC: Ahahahaha, I have so many bartending threads to tag, and I am doing all those today as well. Please be gentle with me! I just had to EP him again to day, because it's May 25th and... well, Havelock was there.]
After a morning's worth of practise, Havelock is taking a break in the heat of the day to re-sharpen his throwing knives, sitting peacefully in the shade of one of the lilac trees.
(There's a neatly cut sprig lying beside him, apparently ignored.
But it's not forgotten.)
[OOC: Ahahahaha, I have so many bartending threads to tag, and I am doing all those today as well. Please be gentle with me! I just had to EP him again to day, because it's May 25th and... well, Havelock was there.]