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[blue_eyed_lord]

The Black Rider enters the bar from the lake area some time during the evening, like a piece of the night outside infiltrating the warmth and light of the bar room. Brushing off the dewlike drops of mist that had accumulated on his black coat, he goes to the bar to order a glass of wine

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[blue_ajah]

Her lips tighten as she notices the black-clad man standing like a shadow in front of the window's light.

Moiraine says not a word as she glides across the room, nor does she noticeably alter her path-- which, despite that, does not take her too near him.

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Good evening, Moiraine Sedai," he says pleasantly, without turning around or even moving from where he stands.

Like a shadow without a shadow.

[blue_ajah]

"Rider," she replies, coolly.

She does not pause in her movement.

[blue_eyed_lord]

"Your evening goes well, I trust?" The evening certainly goes well for him, to judge by the borderline-unpleasant smile on his face.

Winter is coming fast, now.