who ; Ladon Ceto and anyone who wants to visit!
what ; Ladon's been working on his speakeasy and it's almost ready for its big debut. He's still fussing about the final details, though. Drop by to say hello, maybe lend a hand, or just sample the booze.
where ; The Silver Apple in downtown Jardin.
when ; Any time between the end of the AM event and
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"Hello, Laddiebuck! Ooh, look at this!" She hops up onto the nearest chair and curls her tail beneath her. "Nice place you've got here! You've been hard at work, eh?"
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He's not too shocked when it talks, either. He's kind of getting used to Camille now. The robot door guard blinks its light-up eyes at him in recognition before going still once more. Ladon closes the door, then turns and quirks a brow at the cat-thing on a nearby chair.
"Thanks, yeah, s'kept me busy. The hell are you today? Some half-snake thing?"
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Emphasis on the boring. Though at least it means she gets more patrons.
"Me, I'm a tatzelwurm! Not half snake at all, a species all its own." She coils and uncoils her back end. "One of the Legendaries from the Northern Quarter, rarely leave the Whodden, to be sure."
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Boredom, in short, was not something Pietro was prone to suffering. Asking him to remain, static and unmoving in any given place may as well have been like asking for the moon.
Sacrosanct was large enough to be explored, and Pietro was possessed of sufficient time and energy to take it to task. Finding the particular locale to which Ladon was squirrelling away alcohol wasn't exactly difficult.
So, he merely showed up at the counter. The only indication of his entry was the fact that the door seemed to open and close of its own accord. Well, the pioneer of this grand architecture seems engrossed, so he'll wait several seconds (a lifetime) to see if the man notices him.
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