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There is a Mordred in the bar. No badge, just himself in his black jacket and plan pin-stripped pants.

Just himself, drinking. Not steadily, but not slowly, either.

[ooc: tag may be slow, as mun is very tired. But they will come]

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"Well, sir? That...makes two of us."

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Owen refills both teacups from the pot.

"When I was very young, I wanted to be a minister. Of course it was not possible.

"The chances Bran has are chances most of us were not given. I can only pray he uses them well."

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"He...probably will. Take the chances, anyway." He smiles oddly.

"I wanted to be a carver, when I was little. Sit by the fire and carve things. Didn't exactly work out that way, though."

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Pause.

"There is a wooden dragon on Bran's bureau. Solid work. Did you make it?"

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Mordred glances him.

"Aye, I did."