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[scoffandjest]

With the intent of seeing Sagramore, or perhaps Lamorak, or anyone else frequently found in the general Mansion area, Sir Dinadan has ventured up to said Mansion. He has paused in the front room, however, to take a moment in front of the fire there because it is Too Damned Cold, if you ask his opinion-- and indeed, even if you don't ask it, because

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[sonofpellinore]

Lamorak is in his room, assuming he talked Percy into allowing him to move, eventually. He's kind of just... sprawled there, in a tunic and long pants, eyes half closed. The tunic's neck is open enough to display his rather messy scars. If Dinadan finds him, however, he'll pack an eye and say "So you didn't go home after all. Huh."

[scoffandjest]

"What happened to you?"

[sonofpellinore]

"I got my throat ripped out, if you can believe it." He props himself up on his elbow. "Where've you been keeping yourself?"

[scoffandjest]

"Mmm, yes, I hear about that a lot. I mean, it's usually meant metaphorically, but clearly you mean it rather literally."

[le_desirous]

"You!" is Sagramore's enthusiastic salutation, accompanied by snagging Dinadan by the back of the shirt and pulling him into a hug (fear the domestic Sagramore in the winter, for that is the time of year when it is most active and aggressive).

[scoffandjest]

"Oof!" says Dinadan, who then proceeds immediately to attempt to disentangle himself, likely with little success.

[le_desirous]

"And how are you, you bastard?"

[scoffandjest]

"Who ordered all this damned snow? I must have a word with them. I don't approve in the least."

[sissy_queen]

Guinevere comes and sits quietly nearby, listening. She always enjoyed bards and their songs, minstrels and their tales. If Dinadan looks her way, she gives him a winning smile.

[scoffandjest]

"Your Majesty," he says, trying not to look surprised and failing. "I didn't see you."

[sissy_queen]

"Forgive me." She smiles softly. "I did not mean to startle you."

[scoffandjest]

"Didn't you?"