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[not_a_wizard]

Telemain is in the bar, perched on a stool and looking down at a bucket of soapy water, muttering furiously at it.

It seems to be glowing, at this point.

Telemain, however, is getting nowhere.

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[forest_king]

"Cleaning?"

[not_a_wizard]

"Wizards."

...it's sort of the same idea?

[forest_king]

"Even better. I think we met briefly once before. Mendanbar."

Just in case he's forgotten.

[not_a_wizard]

"Telemain."

He glances up, because the water really isn't teaching him anything.

"Yes, thank you. You have trouble with the Society?"

[the_antiangst]

See, a glowing bucket is going to catch people's attention. And one of these people... isn't quite sure what to make of it, at first.
"What's so fascinating about soapy water?"

Morwen, however, has a general idea of where Telemain's going. "Did you remember the lemon?"

"...Oh. Right. Wizard thing. Someone you know?"

(OOC: Neither of them would shut up, so... have both? XD)

[not_a_wizard]

"Lemon!"

Idiot. He mutters and... yes, there we are.

"I see. Thank you sir."

Looking up;

"...ma'am?"

[ofthisnonsense]

"Angel, this is Telemain," Morwen says. "So yes, someone I know quite well." And paying about the usual attention to his surroundings, but she won't say that.

Angel grins, and completely ignores the pronoun question. "Nice to meet you. The lemon bit was her, but I've heard about the trick a couple times."

[not_a_wizard]

"Are you under some form of enchantment?"

He's peering closely at Angel now. Because there must be a rational explanation somewhere.

"...evening, Morwen."