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[holy_oats]

Is Mightily Oats in the bar?

Why, he very well may be.

To be precise, he very-well-may-be sitting at a table, reading over certain passages of the Apocrypha.*

It's that sort of evening.

*The Apocrypha is a real page-turner, dealing as it does with the imminent destruction of the earth in various unexpected ways. Among these is the boiling of

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[not_one_drop]

"That's a depressing book."

He may recognize this particular vampire, watching him from her armchair by the fire.

"I mean, it's all about death and doom and destruction and despair. The letter D."

[holy_oats]

Oats blinks and looks up.

"Oh-- Miss Maladicta."

... Yep.

He forgot about the 'Mal' thing.

"I take it you've, um, read it, then?"

[not_one_drop]

"Just Mal, thanks. I left Maladicta behind a long time ago."

And then nods, grinning.

"A bit. Seemed overly black. So I tried a couple of the speculative biographies on Leonard of Quirm instead."

[holy_oats]

"Oh, um-- right. My apologies."

Mal. Mal.

He'll remember it now.

... Probably.

Oats looks somewhat disapproving on the subject of speculative biographies on Leonard of Quirm.

"I suppose they're all right, for what they are--

"The Apocrypha's not all destruction, you know. It serves its own, ah, very valuable theological purpose."