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[fairest1]

*Snow and the twins emerge from the back door, bundled up against the cold and shaking off a bit of snow. The twins run into the bar exhuberantly. Snow smiles at them, then retrieves a mug of hot chocolate from Bar before heading to her usual booth, keeping an eye on them*

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[faithful_slayer]

Faith waves at her, looking, well, exhausted. Seriously. Not healthy.

[fairest1]

*Snow waves her over, looking concerned*

Are you all right?

[faithful_slayer]

Faith shakes her head, smiling slightly. "Nah. Weird dreams." She glances over at the kids, then back at Snow, lowering her voice. "Prophetic dreams. Something's coming."

[fairest1]

*she indicates the seat across from her*

Have a seat, you need some rest.

What's coming?

[forsaken_bard]

Asmodean paced slowly towards her. He studied her, the children, and the glances she gave to the children. Not in the fashion of a predator, but that of a scientist studying an insect. With harp tucked under arm, he gave a bow and then spoke. His voice was cool and dry.

"Have you need of a bard?"

[fairest1]

*Snow looks up*

No, I don't really have need of one tonight. Are you new to Milliways?

[forsaken_bard]

A frown flicked across Asmodean's face, but did not stay for any appreciable length of time.

"Not in particularly, by my reckoning, I have been here a few weeks."

[fairest1]

I've been here for over seven months now; I'm surprised I haven't seen you around earlier. How do you like it here?