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[uldor_accursed]

*makes his way through the vegetation around the temple**drags himself in through the window*

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*can't sleep* *juggles his daggers* *AnGsT? What AnGsT?*

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[_thuringwethil]

Hello dear.

You're looking a little under the weather.

[uldor_accursed]

Hey. :)

The weather is not so good. *nods*

[_thuringwethil]

Well. Care to tell me about it or shall I just figure out a way to take your mind off the matter?

[uldor_accursed]

If you can figure out a way to take my mind off it, I would be so very grateful.

[_thuringwethil]

Well that depends entirely on what you'd like.

Cup of tea perhaps? I'll agree with those blasted elves and mortals that it really DOES help, despite the low blood content.

[uldor_accursed]

*nods gratefully*

Cup of tea is good. Maybe you can have a cup toowhile at it.

[_thuringwethil]

Eh, why not. It does good to descend to your levels once in a while. ;)

[uldor_accursed]

*smiles*
*mocks grumpiness*

I was supposed to be the greatest tea brewer the easterlings have ever known. ;p

*leads the way to the kitchen*

[_thuringwethil]

Oh, well in that case I'm in good company... comparatively speaking. >:P

*follows you down*

[uldor_accursed]

*snorts* *pulls out the best tea leaves he can find in this place*

*after a lot of mumble jumble, water temperature, tea colour, etc etc, pours you a cuppa*

[_thuringwethil]

*takes a sip*

Hmm... not bad at all, really.

[uldor_accursed]

*sips his own*

Naturally. :)

[_thuringwethil]

Well, you're smiling more for now. That must be a good sign.

[uldor_accursed]

Tea is so zen when you need it. *sigh* *breathes in the fragant smoke*
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*sigh*

[_thuringwethil]

Care to share what's on your mind?

[uldor_accursed]

Just.... old stuff. First age stuff.