OOM: With Moist and the Fool
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Urquhart's room is as sumptuous and oriental as ever, perhaps even more pleasant as somebody seems to have opened the windows to the balmy evening air, and the pleasant scents of the late summer gardens are drifting in.
Franz the dog is ambling to his place, lying down in a warm and cosy corner, on a shaggy rug that's just for him.
"Wine?" Urquhart offers to the Fool and Moist, turning around after leading them in, his yet-unadorned hair swinging with his movement.
Urquhart's room is as sumptuous and oriental as ever, perhaps even more pleasant as somebody seems to have opened the windows to the balmy evening air, and the pleasant scents of the late summer gardens are drifting in.
Franz the dog is ambling to his place, lying down in a warm and cosy corner, on a shaggy rug that's just for him.
"Wine?" Urquhart offers to the Fool and Moist, turning around after leading them in, his yet-unadorned hair swinging with his movement.