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[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is perched near the fire with a cup of tea in hand, a map stretched across his lap haphazardly.

He only appears busy - really he's not doing much of anything.

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[herr_farrenen]

It really is the most interesting place.

Pint of bitter in hand, collar and tie loosened, Siegfried's eyes travel over the interior of the pub with interest, even as the heat of the room causes the scent of cow and barnyard to waft gently from his clothing.

A man by the fireside is a common sight in the dim, tiny pubs of Darrowby and the surrounding area, and he gives a friendly nod to this one, glancing briefly at the paper in his lap while taking another deeply contented pull at his own pint.

[herr_farrenen]

"I wouldn't imagine so," smiling benignly, "obviously."

[almost_arabian]

He looks at the map, as the ink is mostly dry, and takes a sip of his tea.

"Hm."