A side door into the hall creaked open and a disheveled looking Awrygan shuffled in, still in his trademark black and black clothing. His walk in the Sun had been most uncomfortable, but one had to keep up an image. Eru, everything's swimming. His gaze was somewhat glassy as he gazed around the proceedings. The man wasn't kidding when he said that drink was a "knockout." He looked around for an open seat, and when he didn't find one, let himself slide down and sit against a wall.
He sat absentmindly playing with a knife for a few minutes, decided against it and put it away. Glancing over, he saw Narello grinning at him from the bar. How the boy had gotten served was beyond the man, and he shuddered slightly as the boy grinned at him, sending an involuntary pain through the man's shins.
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"Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."
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