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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart and Moist had spent Hogswatch getting  the good people of Sto Kerrig to trust them and their whisky, and very profitably so

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[morethanprops]

"Yes, I do love when things go right,"

He drinks and walks towards the tree with a smile, "This looks rather festive."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart takes off his cloak and throws it over the back of his favourite sofa by the fireside before following Moist over to the tree, to inspect it.

"Looks quite amazing," he says.

The little grey cat who had been sleeping on the sofa climbs onto the cloak and goes to sleep again.

[morethanprops]

Moist spots a package addressed to him and opens it before staring at the damp mustache in confusion.

[scots_wolf]

"Eurg!" Urquhart says. "A most bit of what -- beard? Who'd give that to you?"

[weplayparts]

For as sneaky as they often are, their entrance certainly draws attention.

She's sitting down the bar, but doesn't move to do the same for herself just yet. She's merely enjoying the view, requesting another glass of wine from Bar and plucking it off the bartop when it arrives, sipping slowly.

[morethanprops]

Moist spots her as he raises his glass,

"Saffron, come join us. The gods have been rather nice to us today."

[scots_wolf]

"So we, in turn, feel like being rather nice to you!" Urquhart adds, waving at her to come over as well.

[weplayparts]

"I should've known I wouldn't be able to stay concealed for long."

The red hair, although distinguishing, is a dead giveaway for the same reason. She uncoils herself from her barstool and moves toward the sofa.