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[last_talon]

And Donos is sitting at the Bar. The whole Bar has seemed eerily quiet to him tonight...

Someone should change that for him.

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[fighter__pilot]

Shalla does not know it is Donos at the Bar. She can only see the back of his head, so to her he is Random Patron 03298482304234-3242.

She does hope he won't mind if she takes the stool next to him.

[last_talon]

He turns his head to look at the newcomer, and nods, as he sips at his Whyren's. New people are always fun...

"Get you anything?"

[fighter__pilot]

She stops short, staring for a moment.

"What's my name?"

[last_talon]

He blinks. And then, after realizing, she's not kidding, he laughs. It's been a LONG time since he's done that.

"Uh, miss? That's usually my question to ask... Have you suffered some sort of amnesia attack?"

[will_scarlett]

How about someone he's never met from another world and time, who's leaning on the Bar, drinking an ale and watching the Front Door and Bar.

[last_talon]

Sniff. Sniff.

Myn knows the smell of his alcohols. This is definitely a new one.

"What're you drinking?"

[will_scarlett]

"Lincoln ale, sir."

Will gives a bow to the stranger, he's never got quite that question before, but not that surprising in Milliways.

[last_talon]

Myn frowns thoughtfully. The accent's new on him, too. "Interesting. Where's it made?"