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[bad_as_he_is]

There's a young man pondering a coin

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[fire_of_mahal]

Nearby is a short fellow who gives the impression of being composed mostly of beard. It's not his fault, truly; his whole clan is like that. What isn't beard is, it seems, legs and arms and axe, the latter being strapped to his back low enough that it only becomes visible when he turns to order his own evening meal.

[bad_as_he_is]

Tom's head tilts as he takes in the man made of beard. There wasn't much man to be made of beard (or rather, no man at all, but dwarf, but there was no way for him to know such) but it was something to see.

"Hello, sir."

[fire_of_mahal]

Gimli glances over in the young man's direction. "Just a minute," he says, scrambling down from the bar-stool. It takes him some moments to get his tray sorted out and head that way. Everything here's built to human height.

"Ah, there we are. Good evening, young sir."

[bad_as_he_is]

He scrambles from his seat and gives a bow.

"Jones, sir. Tom Jones."

He looks at Gimli.

"Good evening."

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence notices Tom pondering the coin. He actually goes upstairs before he approaches the young man, sitting down some distance away.

"I trust your knee is healing adequately, Tom?"

[bad_as_he_is]

He turns for a moment, looking for the source of the voice before finding Lawrence and grinning as he walks over.

"Well enough, sir. Well enough. And yourself, sir? Are you well?"

[almost_arabian]

He's not, but it's not the sort of thing to discuss with Tom ... at this age, at least. Besides, it's fading.

"As well as to be expected, I do suppose. That was an interesting coin you were looking at."

Or maybe it wasn't, but Lawrence is sneaky.

[bad_as_he_is]

He shrugs.

"Not so strange, sir, though given to me by another gentleman here. He insisted, even as I told him I'd not spend him till I did something to earn the coin from him."

He looks at Lawrence.

"Do you know Mister Murphy, sir? He's an Irishman."

[sheila_nagig]

There's a spring goddess behind Tom, peering at his coin.

"Does it do magic tricks?" she asks. Obviously wondering why he's staring at it. No matter that she is, now, too.

[bad_as_he_is]

And he startles, nearly tossing the coin into the air before catching it in his hand and turning about as quickly as he could to see who'd asked.

"N-no, ma'am."

[sheila_nagig]

He's short enough he probably gets a faceful o' bosom before she steps back.

"Hey, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you, kid," she says, kneeling down to be more on his level. "You were looking at it like it was gonna disappear."

[bad_as_he_is]

He's used to face-full-o'-bosom. He comes from an era where bodices and corsets are used and he's just the right height to benefit from it. He does, after a moment, startle back and shakes his head.

"No, ma'am. Or rather, yes, ma'am, but that's not what I was thinking of it, no."