hello major tom, are you receiving?

[all_inyourmind]

Arthur is a tall, wiry-muscled man, but doesn't stand out more than anybody ever stands out in Xana, considering the vast diversity of people who come here--even wearing what looks like a leather doublet over his shirt and jeans, and a pair of rather futuristic six-shooters in his hip holsters

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[sonofpellinore]

"There's a bar down the way that doesn't charge," Lamorak offers, with a bit of a smile. "And you aren't the first new arrival to ask."

An air about the man seems vaguely familiar, somehow, but he's gotten used to rolling with odd coincidences.

[all_inyourmind]

"Lamerok! Thank God." Arthur is stubbornly ignoring the fact that Lamerok should be dead in favour of the fact that he's familiar, and that familiarity is desperately welcome. "Will you have a drink with me?"

[sonofpellinore]

The clear recognition catches Lamorak off guard, at first, and he pauses. Giving the stranger a closer look, he says, "...your majesty?"

Well. This is something. For all his time in the nexus, he's never re-encountered his king. But this isn't quite him. Or perhaps it is? Close, but not as Lamorak remembered, exactly.

[all_inyourmind]

"Jesus, of all places to stand on ceremony," with a broad grin. Arthur has always been incredibly disarming when he smiles, it's part of the charisma that helped him succeed in New Britain. "Just Arthur."