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[wellthrownstone]

The door opens, showing a rather rough wooden portal that might better belong to a ship than a castle on the other side as the Rivan King pulls his hand away. He shifts the bag over his shoulder and turns around half way in the doorway

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[almost_arabian]

Larwence is rather concerned about the large bag of ... well, he doesn't know what it is, but it's big.

And the wolf has him curious - he smiles, lighting a cigarette and turning on his stool.

[wellthrownstone]

Upon noticing the stranger's interest in the bag, Garion nearly facepalms and retrieves it from the door. He pulls it over to the booth before heading back to the bar to pick up the shakes, the little bowl of meat, and the juice for Geran.

...and the mackeral, covered, far from the rest of it.

While he's at the bar, he gives Lawrence a look.

"Yes?"

[almost_arabian]

He gives a slightly amused chuckle.

"That is a very large bag."

Yes, Lawrence. State the obvious.

[wellthrownstone]

The look he gives Lawrence is flat, but not angry by any measure.

"Yes. And?"

Polite.

[gone_byebye]

Ray's getting his second lunch of the day, the first having been eaten by Atton Rand. In the search for a seat he suddenly realizes who's just turned up, and waves. "Garion! Hi!"

[wellthrownstone]

And Garion waves back with a smile before ushering him over.

"Ray! Come! Sit! Eat... something!"

[gone_byebye]

Ray veers off course to where the royal family of Riva is waiting. "I didn't think you guys'd be back so soon," he says. "It's really good to see you- including the ones I haven't been introduced to yet."

[wellthrownstone]

Garion beams with pride before nodding down to the wolf.

"This would be Wolf. Grandmother took him in a few months past and we've taken him in since Grandfather and Grandmother had catching up to do. And then this," and he runs his hand through the blonde curls. "Is our son, Geran."

He points to Ray with the other hand.

"Geran? This is your Uncle Ray."