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[necessary_child]

A young man - at least, he looks young - all in scruffy black enters the bar from a crowded, dusty London street, a rolled newspaper under his arm. He's licking a large chocolate ice cream with a chocolate stick in it and grinning cheerfully with the half-smirky, boyish grin of someone who knows he's won something highly important. It's an

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[not_ho_chunk]

The man standing between the Bar and the fire looks... well, old. But not as old as he is.

He nods to Sam as he approaches.

[necessary_child]

Sam grins and waves briefly with the hand not holding the ice cream cone. "Hey."

[not_ho_chunk]

"Hey to you too." He glances at the ice cream. "Having a good summer?"

[necessary_child]

"I was, then I wasn't. And now I am again." A distinct smirk. "Couple of my siblings being their usual prattish selves and attempting to kill me."