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[captainryan]

Much to Ryan's relief, when he headed upstairs last night, he no longer had to deal with either armour or hair. (BLESSED BLESSED SHORT HAIR)

Sadly, this did not last when he came back down today. Captain Ryan can once more be found in armour, tunic, and leggings with shoulder length ash-blonde hair. He's pretty much resigned to his fate now as he

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[docscurlock]

You're not a bird, Captain Ryan.

Please don't mind the raven that flaps past your table and nearly hits a support post in the process.

[captainryan]

Ryan ducks on reflex, and then scowls at the bird. The last time he encountered animals in the bar, they either bit him or drank his beer. If this one tries to peck his eyes out...

[docscurlock]

It steadies itself and wobbles awkwardly on the back of a chair (or the booth across from him, whatever) and tries to not fall over. It's having a hell of a time getting this 'balance' thing down, so don't worry. There will be no eye-pecking.

[captainryan]

Good, because Ryan will totally sic his puppy on the bird if it tries.

"Are you a patron?" he asks warily.

[madetomend]

After some time, Sally has gotten over a little bit of the initial shock of being dressed up in something other than her usual patchwork dress.

Enough of the shock so that she is perfectly comfortable (gingerly) walking over to Ryan's table to offer her help.

"Would you like me to help you braid your hair?"

[captainryan]

Ryan scents the strange woman curiously, but shakes his head.

"Thank you, but no." Let a stranger near his neck? HAHAHAHANO. "But do you have a band of some sort that I could borrow?"

[madetomend]

Sally nods her head. "I'll be right back." She hurries as fast she can upstairs, returning a few minutes later with a dark red scrunchie.

She holds it out to Ryan. "Will this do?"

[captainryan]

Well. At least it matches his cloak?

"Yes, thank you," he says, taking the scrunchie and pulling his hair back. Would you believe he tried cutting it off and the hair wouldn't cut? "I'll leave it with Bar when it can be relied upon to deliver things."

Yeah, he's grumpy about that too. He's had to serve himself a lot recently. Damned waitrats.

[ostro_goth]

Nothing much can faze Teja.

But this does.

This leaves the last king of the Ostrogoths staring, indeed, gaping rudely.

"Sire?" he asks, in a very small voice, doubting his eyes.

[captainryan]

Whut?

Ryan turns to look at the man, arching one eyebrow. "You know me?"

[ostro_goth]

Teja looks again.

Yes, it is who he thought - but it's not old King Theodoric that he knew as a boy and a young man. It is a much younger King Theodoric, nowhere near the end of his life.

But it is the King. The King who made the Ostrogoths great -- and after whose death, despite their joined best efforts, everything fell to pieces.

"Oh yes, I do, sire," Teja says, bowing to his king. "You do not know me, I realise that, and it is much, much better that you shall not, sire. Ask me no more about me."

From Teja's point of view, all that Theodoric ever built had been lost - and the scant remains of his people that Teja managed to save have left Italy that Theodoric has made their home. He would not tell his king that his life's work was not going to survive him long, when from the colour of his hair and beard, he was still busy achieving it.

[captainryan]

Did someone just bow to him? It's almost a pity the costume won't last after today, otherwise he might play along with this. 'Sire' implies king, and he's certain there are a lot of favours he could pull from that.

"I'm afraid I'm not who you think I am," he admits with regret, though probably not for the reasons Teja will reach. "However, I would like to know who that is."