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[cywyllog]

There's a Welsh princess in the bar, curled up in a chair somewhere.

Where, exactly, is unimportant, other than the fact that it's not in her usual place by the fire. Too hot there.

Tea may or may not be present.

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[ways_lust]

Another thing that may or may not be around is a Deadly Sin. "Hello, Lady Cywyllog, it's been quite a while," such a being may be heard to say, if she exists.

[cywyllog]

Hearing that voice would make Cywyllog smile.

"It has, yes. How have you been?"

[ways_lust]

Lust would consider a moment before answering. "Well enough. Continuing to make friends and ... people who know more of me than I them."

[cywyllog]

"People who know more of you?" Her brow furrows. "You mean people who know of you from ouside, but you do not know them?"