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

Oh, is that so?

"I do not lie to you."

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

Didn't say you did, my lord.

"Arithon, please."

He winces, just a bit,

"Merely Arithon, Lady...?"

Delia of Eldorne. Though, like you, I prefer just my first name.

[has Alex mentioned her?]

"Alex is fond of you."

He says with a faint smile,

"It is a pleasure."

[and her smile actually looks real - softer, tinged with concern]

And I love him. So, a friend of Alex's, provided that you don't fuck him up, is always a pleasure to meet.

He looks uncomfortable at the language, and responds only slightly stiffly,

"I do not...do that...to people. I am s'Ffalenn."

[Delia pauses, then shrugs]

My apologies, Arithon. I'm just...worried about him. And...angry.

[a quick breath]

What do you mean, s'Ffa..linn?

"It is my family line."

Another few bites of soup, then he shakes his head a little,

"We have a geas. Ask Alex of it, I have told him. I worry as well. I worry greatly."

Whenever I next see him, I will. Maybe. I don't...see him as much as I used to.

"He is living within the House of Arch, of late."

He says it mildly. The unspoken should be clear, however. He is not living with Nick any more,

"And teaches Lord Ostium's children."

Good. I mean, I knew he left...Nick. [pause here indicating a hasty edit of whatever she was going to say]

He liked teaching Geoff maths, so...good.

"I convinced him to take the ring off."

Arithon's voice is still mild. It holds mildness like a cup might hold water, or a picture hold light,

"And then I tossed it to the Lady Bar."

[the lovely-looking lady (yes, still lovely and delicate even in that short skirt and high boots, actually looks at him seriously, all traces of flirt humour gone]

[softly, sincerely,]

Thank you.

"In another world,"

He says quietly,

"We might have been brothers, yes?"

And he holds up a hand, small and delicate. If it were paler, it could be one of Alex's hands; as his eyes could be Alex's eyes if they were an ounce less s'Ffalenn, as his hair could be Alex's hair if it were merely shorter.

"Here we are much the same. Roth, I have called him, and brother I think of him. What harms my brother harms me."

Yes, even those things that hurt Lysaer hurt Arithon.

[Delia watches him for a long, long time]

[then, finally, expressionlessly,]

Well. I'd hate to see what would happen if you met his Grace.

"I am bound by Barman's law."

Arithon says quietly, tapping the badge with one finger,

"I would do only as that gives writ to. I am s'Ffalenn."

I know. No violence, no business, etcetera.

"Exactly."

Although even if the rules did not exist, Arithon would still not go after Roger.

[almost absently,]

So, probably a good thing I didn't pull the trigger, then.

"If you are here, yes."

He says calmly. Ramon likes to shoot people too.

Well, outside. And I was trying to say that I wasn't his anymore at the time.

[a little shrug - yeah, that worked.]

"Do you need help with that."

He says it mildly, but certainly,

"It is within my ability. It is a part of the job."

That would require Roger to actually be around. Which he isn't. [she makes a face, and shakes her head]

Anyway, I best not be keeping you...say hello to Alex for me. And the my invitation if he just wants to come around and talk is still open.

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