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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 30, 2016 23:44:23 GMT
Lysander looked at her and raised a single eyebrow. He was not a man who smiled often. "You have a nice enough ear. I wouldn't want to part it from your skull." He ran his hand threw his brown and grey hair. "Where is your father?"
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Post by Vanda on Dec 31, 2016 0:00:13 GMT
She laughed softly, not bothered enough to peruse things when he was unwilling to talk, "as you like it,"
She paused before answering his question though and drank deeply from her own drink, "Wherever he fancies," she said with a shrug, "why, are you in need of him?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 31, 2016 0:13:32 GMT
Lysander nodded once, "Aye, I am leaving. I was hoping for some advice on where to go." He sipped the new drink. He stared hard into his whiskey. "How long have you been here?"
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Post by Vanda on Dec 31, 2016 0:25:15 GMT
"Well, my father rarely knows where he's going... he just goes, perhaps you could try that if your mind is set to go. Or do you like plans and routes?" She looked at him and finished her drink and looked at him, "I just got here," she grinned, "you seem like lube been here a long while, I have a lot of catching up to do"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 31, 2016 0:28:39 GMT
Lysander nodded, "I do not like acting rashly." He replied and looked back at her. "I have been here half the night. I started drinking at ten after twelve. You have a long way to go to catch me up." He placed a hand to touch the sleeve of his dark jacket, as if he was checking for something.
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Post by Vanda on Dec 31, 2016 0:42:32 GMT
Vanda looked at his sleeve as he checked, more curious than scheming and tried to see what it was he was checking for,
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"Half the day? Drinking that much will often lead to rash actions, if you don't mind me saying, not that I disapprove of that, I'd not count me out, my father owns an inn, I can handle my drink,"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 31, 2016 0:51:55 GMT
Vanda glanced at his sleeve and thinks it is the size and shape of a vial, like the kind used for magic potions.
Lysander stared at her and raised a single eyebrow, "Has Symian taught you how to listen like a barkeep? It is a skill he has become a master of?" His words still stumbled around as he kept talking.
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Post by Vanda on Dec 31, 2016 1:03:06 GMT
"Listening is not a skill easily earnt, but it is a skill that I feel I have," Vanda replied, "do you often drink like this?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 31, 2016 1:05:14 GMT
"No... only on days when I am hating myself. And my bastard husband." Lysander looked into her young face, "You do have a bit of your father in you. He could make me talk even when all I wanted was to be left alone."
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Post by Vanda on Dec 31, 2016 1:23:17 GMT
"You know my father well then? If you really wanted to be left alone then you should have said," she responded cheerfully, "if you want to talk, we can go somewhere more quiet? If you must hate yourself, why do it in public?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 31, 2016 1:34:57 GMT
"Because it is the place closest to the whiskey. And I want the fucking whiskey." Lysander replied and turned to stare at the bottles on the wall. "I know your father very well. It was the four of us who started this Cabal. Him... and Wynnter. And Pros." He ran a hand threw his brown hair again.
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Post by Vanda on Dec 31, 2016 1:45:37 GMT
"You could take the bottle, I am sure," Vanda replied, but again didn't push, "I am sorry such a good friend if my father is suffering, especially when it is to do with those closest to them."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 31, 2016 1:47:41 GMT
"Where did you think to take me? Are you protecting me or the mood of your other patrons?" Lysnader asked in his drunken stupor.
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Post by Vanda on Dec 31, 2016 1:54:44 GMT
"You, of course," she said as if it were an obvious answer, "you and I are just talking, if the other patrons feel that is ruining their mood, then they have bigger problems than just someone just souring their drinks, people should be less focused on others. "
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 31, 2016 1:57:01 GMT
Lysander snorted and rubbed his chin again. "Alright you snatch two of those Dragonwater bottles, and I will slip away to wine in private." He motioned to the bottles in a way that was not subtle in the least.
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