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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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"I would like that."

He says with a faint smile. Faint, but real.

"I shall owl one to you, then. It works simply - it's a sphere that you hold and speak - or sing - into."

He grins again, looking forward to it,

"I may bother you for many of them, you know. I can, of course, pay if it is needed...I certainly can not make them myself."

Not using the magic of Tom's world. He still can't make potions without headaches!

"Pay? Are you mad?" Tom scoffs. "You needn't pay for anything I can provide so easily."

"Not even in love songs for your lady?"

He grins again, humming a bar of this or that song of love from Athera,

"For those are payment in kind."

"That would be payment enough, Arithon."

He stands up. "Well, no rest for the formerly wicked - I need to get back to the House. Perhaps we can spar sometime soon. It's been a while, and I'm terribly out of shape."

"I would like that."

He says with a nod,

"Soon."

And smiles. It is good to know he's been here long enough that he's not worried about having a flash-back to the wars and hurting someone accidently.

He's rather out of shape himself, right now, when it comes to swordfighting.

"Good night, then. Take care of yourself, and give my regards to Bianca."

"I shall. Good night, Tom."

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