milliways_bar; Feisal's Palace

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is sitting just inside the gates of the palace, reading some draft or another of the book that he's planning on publishing privately before he dies

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[underwater_owl]

The noise of the minivan going by is less than inconspicuous. The trail of dust, less so.

The whole bloody car backing up, at Random's insistence, well...

The Prince of Amber leaned his head out the window, and asked, in a bemused tone;

"That you, Lawrence?"

[almost_arabian]

Far less than, in fact.

Lawrence takes an exhale from the mouthpiece and forces the thick smoke out of his mouth, arching a brow.

"Are you not a little out of the way, Random?" He sets the 'piece back in its proper spot and then walks over to the gate, waving off a wary looking guard.

[underwater_owl]

"A bit."

He gets out of the van, because wow, too much time in the car.

"We're on a search and rescue, of sorts."

[almost_arabian]

"Oh. For who, then?"

Possibly the unconscious man upstairs? It seems like the most likely option, but he won't mention Sands until Random does.

He arches a curious brow and swings open the gate.