"Thought it looked rather nice for Larpa..." he murmurs. "I know where I am supposed to be and the local tavern, where-ever 'local' has managed to be, is not it. And if possible, I would like to get this lead out of the way as soon as I can."
Bah, wrinkled, delusional archaeologists and their silly books and legends. But if he must look into it to catch the Destroyer, he must.
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"I like your ears."
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His face is scowling, though.
"I beg your pardon? Are the waitresses of Larpa running out of compliments for their customers?"
Not that he is a customer. Perish the thought!
"Has Ronfar been about? He's likely a regular. Fellow with the bandana and the dice, habitual weed chewer?"
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Since that would explain it and Tiwa is smiling to make up for the scowling.
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Bah, wrinkled, delusional archaeologists and their silly books and legends. But if he must look into it to catch the Destroyer, he must.
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