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[merriestknight]

As knightly entrances go, this one lacks much glamour - less with the courageous foraying and more with the slow ambling. The man is not terribly remarkable in any way: medium height, curly hair, somewhere in his thirties, with sharp features tempered by a fair bit of levity. He looks more like someone who should be working in a coffee shop

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[illgotten]

Yeah. Pick your poison -- there's anything you've ever heard of and a few things you haven't.

*so very glad his peachplot wore off the other day*

[merriestknight]

Oh, Mordred. You're here too, are you? *not being much of a fan, his tone is a bit flat, but courteous enough*

I'll waive my usual caution towards new and exciting things if the new and exciting things are good for quaffing. This is looking up already.

[illgotten]

Like a bad penny, yes. Hi.

You'll want to watch out if it just happens to be lying around artistically arranged, that's all.

[merriestknight]

Really? Why? Usually when food and drink are left out in such a fashion, it's because you're supposed to eat it. Have the damsels here taken up a craze of arranging food like flowers, and take offense at any poor soul who unwarily ruins their artistry?

[capital_r]

I've got absinthe, rum, brandy, wine, whisky -- whatever you'd like, really. *grin* 'Lo there, by the way. I'm R.

[merriestknight]

Charmed, I'm sure. I am Dinadan, knight of the Table Round, son of Sir Brunor Sr., etc. etc. etc. and other dull information I'm sure you don't wish to know.

*he beams at Grantaire - anyone offering booze up so readily can't be too bad* Four of those I have heard of (and the second to last I have drunk a gracious plenty of), but what is "absinthe"?

[capital_r]

*and here's a vaguely silly bow -- apparently R's in a good mood*

Absinthe is lovely stuff. *displays a bottle* I'm willing to share.

[livedinfantasy]

There is, my lord. Would you have me find something for you?

[merriestknight]

Thank you, my lady, I would appreciate it. Or - is there food to be had, perhaps?

[livedinfantasy]

Of course, my lord. What is your preference?

[merriestknight]

Whatever you can find, madam, for I don't want to impose. Even plain bread would be sufficient.

[1handedwelshman]

I've got pretty much anything alcoholic you can think of. Whaddya want?

[merriestknight]

Cider. And, seeing as it isn't every day a man finds himself - wherever this might be - and I ought to commemorate the occasion somehow, I hope you have the really strong kind.

[1handedwelshman]

One strong cider, coming up. And your guess is as good as anyone else's as to where here might be.

[merriestknight]

There aren't any awful local customs one must follow, I hope. I've never quite gotten over the urge to smack Tristan for insisting on following the custom of that wretched castle where every knight who wanted to enter had to joist with any who were already inside. Tradition is one thing, but idiot tradition is another.

[rightismight]

*smiles, a bit of a familiar kindly sparkle in his eye* What there is, I offer you.

[merriestknight]

*Dinadan's expression can be summed up as 'Oh yay!'*

Sire! *insert knee bending here* Is the Court here, then?

[rightismight]

Come, good Dinadan. Rise. Much of it, yes, though we know little of the circumstances.