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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace with his harp, playing a harsh old song about iron and smithcraft that he may have heard somewhere.

It's on the very edge of what one may do with a harp, but this is Teja playing and singing, so he manages to keep the grim spirit of the song, even though he may not cause that much noise all by himself

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[crabbycustomer]

When Karkat comes downstairs, he makes a face at whoever is making the racket by the fire, then proceeds to the bar, where he asks her if she can pass a message on for him to whoever owns and maintains the forge outside.

When she passes back a note identifying the source of the noise, he makes a deeper face, then grits his fangs and approaches Teja, waiting politely for the music to stop on its own.

[ooc: almost immediately slowtime, but I want to get this in motion...]

[ostro_goth]

The music does stop, eventually, and Teja turns to look at the audience, which seems slightly less than enthusiastic.

"Greetings," he says. "Is there any thing I may help you with?"

He is, after all, Security as well.

[crabbycustomer]

"UH, YEAH, THE BAR SAYS YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF THE FORGE OUTSIDE, IS THAT RIGHT?" Karkat on his best behavior is a very awkward Karkat.

[ostro_goth]

"Indeed," Teja says. "So I am. How may I help you, being that?"