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[ulfin_kingsman]

The door, for just a few moments, simply vanishes rather than opening, revealing a storm-swept shore on the other side, and Ulfin comes in, soaked to the bone and weary with it

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[azarathsraven]

Raven looked up from her journal and mug of tea blinking as she hears a voice off to her side. She blinks and frowns a bit at the man standing there looking soaked and ...is that blood?

Getting to her feet she pulls the blanket off of her, striding towards the wet man and offers it. "You look like you need this more than me."

[ulfin_kingsman]

He looks up at her quickly, startled, then relaxes a little and smiles gratefully, accepting the blanket.

"Thank you."

[azarathsraven]

She offered a faint smile, her voice scratchy. It'd been a while since she'd spoken. "You're welcome. You looked like you could use it more than me."

[ulfin_kingsman]

He nods, trying to dry his hair a little with the edge of the blanket so it's not dripping in his face.

"It's a devil of a storm, out there. And the sea..."

[prone_to_panic]

A quick word, and a large blanket appears on Bar's surface for Archie to grab on his way over. Apparently she was thinking the same thing.

"Sir, you look half done-in. Come sit down..."

[ulfin_kingsman]

A startled glance - he still isn't completely used to the random acts of kindness from people here - but then a tired smile as he accepts the blanket.

"Thank you."

[prone_to_panic]

Archie is a kind man. Or he tries to be. Oh look, another cup of tea, which is promptly pressed into the other man's hands.

"May I ask what happened to bring you here in such a state?"

Perhaps he should first ask whether he's been here before at all, but Archie's got the idea that he's seen this fellow around before.

[ulfin_kingsman]

Ooh, tea. Tea is warm, and warm is good.

"A storm blew up, and the ships were forced to a landing. And then the Saxons..."