Fin II burst in late, as usual, carrying drinks and a big smile on his face. His shadow wound it's way through all the ghostly patrons even unto the centre of the Barrow-Wight's wight itself.
'Five years?' he proclaimed to the world (or the Wights) at large, with a smirk on his face. 'I've arrived four too late.'
Nevertheless, there was a spare chair at the Quiz-Roomer's table. As his tired and ethereal frame sunk into a comfortable mini-barrow, he was dimly aware of a name tag floating within arm's reach. He put it on and so became known as the frightening and dashing "A".
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Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta.
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