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[penderwydd]

 There is a very grim looking Celt at a table today. He's got a horn of ale and he's been nursing it for a bit now.  Next to his elbow his staff was propped against the table, and his gold inlayed harp was placed on the table. His blue cloak was hung on the back of his chair.

.... He was thinking about the events of his day. He's botherable. 

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill comes in and sits down at a table close by.

He pulls off his cap and runs a hand through his hair. Time off is sounding better and better everyday as things get more hectic down at the station.

Looking over, he spots Tegid and gives a nod.

[penderwydd]

Tegid nodded back over the rim of the horn.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"S'been awhile," Bill comments, waving over a wait rat to place an order.

"How y'been?"

[penderwydd]

"We had a fire," said Tegid, "And we had some deaths. One of the men responsible was caught."

He took a tug at his ale.

"And you?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Tegid." Guppy gives him a wave as he comes over.

"You okay?"

[penderwydd]

He shook his head.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Anything I can help with?" Guppy asks, sitting down nearby.

[penderwydd]

"Alas you cannot," said Tegid somberly.