Jan 22, 2006 20:07
*Alanna walks in the front door and pushes the brim of her cap up as she scans the room. Her eyes linger on the infirmary. Shaking herself, she sighs and walks up to the bar, slowly shedding layers of clothing. She orders dinner, pulling a scroll out of her pack to read while she eats.*
svava,
max guevera,
morgan le fae,
adam young,
helen of troy,
alanna of trebond
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Good evening, Morgan. How are you?
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"Well, I think. You seem busy."
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Hullo. I smell like I took a bath in a barrel of ale.
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*She smiles enigmatically and takes a bite of bread.*
Or rather one of the thieves banged his tankard too hard against that of the thief sitting next to me.
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*Alanna grins.*
I've missed you. Thanks for posting the letter from Kevin.
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"Oh- you are welcome, but that is what we're supposed to do, yes? And... well." She bites her lip. "Darien is supposed to speak to you, about what happened that first time. I didn't lock him up then, because it wouldn't have helped, really. It wasn't his fault he was like that, and doing that would have only made him worse."
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Oh! Of course. For your sake, I hope time drags.
*She winks.*
He did, actually. Darien, Kevin and Charlie all spoke with me one evening. You did well, Svava. He essentially has a medical condition, and thankfully it can be controlled.
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Oh! I've heard of you, that I have. It's an honor to meet you, my Lady.
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