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[hippodamio]

To a man of Hektor's time, one electric future is as strange as any other; the Bar's decor means little to him. He finds where the Bar herself is, and bows as he always does upon his entrance. "Lady," he says, "today I have hopes of which I will not yet speak aloud. I have brought the customary offering. Should you disapprove of my plan I ask only

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[rider_servant]

A girl with long violet hair looks up from her book at the sound of the sloshing 'skins. When she sees who holds them, the strange square-pupiled eyes focus on him a little closer.

Hmm.

How very peculiar.

[hippodamio]

Hektor scarcely sees the girl at first; it takes him a moment to find the color, which is not a common one at all in his day and age. At the sight of her, he bows politely, as any of Priam's sons would to a woman. "Good day," he offers in greeting.

[rider_servant]

She bows her head.

"You bring her offerings."

Not a question but she is curious.

[hippodamio]

"It does not do, to slight a goddess in her precincts," says Hektor. "Especially not in such a place as this."

[mogget_cat]

What looks to be a cat curls around Hektor's ankles.

[hippodamio]

Hektor glances down at that, curious, and then smiles. "Well, now," he says. He holds out one hand. "Hello to you."

[mogget_cat]

The cat pads forward, forepaws on Hektor's foot, and bumps its head against his hand, purring loudly.

[hippodamio]

There aren't so many cats in the Citadel as there are dogs, but such a gesture is easy enough to recognize. Hektor obediently scratches the cat behind the ears. "I've been away from this place and the locals too long, haven't I..."