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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon, badge visible because as far as he knows he's on tonight, enters the bar and finds a seat at Bar herself. This only means that when he's informed what he'll be eating by Tashka it is a bit faster than normal, as instead of chittering and returning with food, Bar serves the meal.

That's right. His life is run by a rat.

So there is a bemused Master of Shadows looking at a bowl of soup, mug of ale, and plate of dark bread.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia? Is watching him from her own seat at the bar, her lips twitching into a grin at his bemused expression.]

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He notes her watching, and flips his hands in a little shrug. What can you do? Really?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should be glad, then, that the Bar does not do that to me. [her voice is light and throaty, the kind of husky feminine voice that does rather bad things to the male libido. Not that she's flirting with him, she can see the ring.]

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"It is not the Lady Bar,"

He says wryly,

"But rather e'Tashka, who feels that I do not eat enough. She reminds me, greatly, of mothers I have known."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[her bright-green eyes seem as amused as her mouth]

Oh, is that so?

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"I do not lie to you."

He responds, picking up his spoon and doing as the rat demands.

[young_tmriddle]

"Hullo, Arithon. How are you this evening?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"I do well enough."

He grins up at Tom, and offers him a torn-off bit of bread,

"And yourself, my friend?"

[young_tmriddle]

"I'm quite well. Been busy as usual, of course."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"This is what it means to be husband, and father, and lord."

He agrees cheerfully,

"The Lady Door is well?"

[young_tmriddle]

"She is." Tom grins. "We're not going away for Valentine's this year, but I'm planning a few surprises for her next week. Has Bianca told you about Valentine's Day?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"No..."

He looks at Tom with a lifted brow,

"Ought I know of it?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"You look puzzled."

Every now and then, she figures it's a good idea to drop by and say hello to old friends. Or try and startle them. Whatever works.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Bemused rather."

He offers her some bread,

"It is odd, you know, that the closest I have come to being mothered is by a rat and the Bar."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"At least it's a friendly rat-and-Bar partnership." There's a bit of sympathy to her tone. However, it's easier for her to joke.

Not like she could comment on what he's missing out on. Or would anyway.

"Good that someone's doing it, anyway."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"So it is."

He sighs a bit, then shrugs with his hands,

"How have you been?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"I've been all right." Which is her stock answer, really. But in this case, if you average everything out, it's true. Ish. "You?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

A befuddled redhead came into teh bar from upstairs and looked around.

Then he spotted the badge, and made his way over.

"Er, excuse me? I'm Ron Weasley. Is Sir Alanna around? I reckon I ought to start my training soon."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"I have not seen her in some days."

He says after a moment,

"She may have returned home. May I ask in what you are to be trained?"

He looks up at Ron. He looks up at most people, but Ron is fairly tall as this player remembers, and Arithon...

well, Arithon is not.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

"I'm In-training for Security," said Ron, twiddling his fingers slightly. "..Hey, you look familiar."

A pause and his cheeks went pink.

"Er, you were the one that helped me around Halloween, yeah? Aragorn, was it? You were a lifesaver."

Ron was the one in the stripper costume, Arithon.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

For Arithon, that was several years back. Much, much more recently is Security hires. As this does not look like a Stephanie...

"You are Ronald?"

He smiles, utterly not remembering the costume, and gives a half-bow,

"Arithon. Arithon s'Ffalenn, Master of Shadows. I am pleased that I was of assistance. Of what training do you need?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

"I don't rightly know, to be honest," Ron admitted. "That's what I wanted to ask."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Do you need help with that,"

This he's able to say with certainty,

"it is within my abilities."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]