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Edmond is slowly growing to accept his detainment at Milliways. He still wishes to be freed, Of course, but he hopes to make friends in the meantime, predicting that it will make the stay more bearable.
Still, while he's an amicable enough fellow back home, this is a new place and makes him nervous. So today he retrieves something to eat and, once again, settles into a booth, watching for people he'd find interesting.
Of course they should feel free to approach him as well.

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There's a fellow who looks a bit scruffy and a bit surly, obviously nursing a sore stomach and a sore head. His clothing is rough but colorful, or it was at one time, much faded now from much wear and many washes.

He clutches tightly to a broom that seems to have green growth in the brush of the tail.

In his occupation, Edmond's grown accustomed to the scruffy surly sort, and worn clothing. Thus it is the broom which strikes him as more out of place.

He regards the man curiously for a moment, nodding politely if he is noticed. Then, not wishing to stare he looks back to his lunch, considering a greeting, but worried that he might prove an annoyance to the already troubled fellow.

The broom strikes most people as being out of place.

Liir, at the moment, is not in the best of moods. Having drunken himself into kissing the wrong tall blonde and having gotten punched in the gut for his trouble, one can understand why he holds tea in careful hands and why he winces a little at the polite nod.

Edmond finishes as much of his stew as he's interested in, picks up his wine, and stands. Almost hesitantly he approaches, not wishing to speak any more loudly than necessary.

"Good day, monsieur," he greets with another slight nod. "Forgive me, sir, for interrupting. I am Edmond Dantès, of France. I am new to this place and know almost no one. Thus I wished to introduce myself, but preferred not to speak across other tables."

"Probably a good idea, as I have a headache and wouldn't respond well to shouting."

He doesn't look unpleasant about it, anyway.

"And it's not so much a good day as it is another day, but at least I'll be thankful for that."

He holds out a hand.

"Liir Thropp of the Land of Oz. And while I'm not so new, I know very few myself."

It's possible that Edmond took the headache into consideration, but more likely that he's just too polite to disrupt the bar by speaking loudly.

He shakes the hand. "It is a pleasure, monsieur," he offers by way of acknowledgment. Then returning to the second statement, he frowns faintly and asks, "Are you bound as well then?"

He nods with a small snort at the idea of it being a pleasure to meet him before shaking his head.

"For a time. No longer. I just find there's nothing to return to at the moment."

While Edmond is an honest and typically genuine fellow he is, above all else, polite. Thus, pleasure or not, he would feel compelled to claim it.

"That is unfortunate. I have no other wish but to return," he admits.

"May I ask how long you were bound?"

"A few months," he says with a shrug and a sip of his tea, "not long, but not short either."

Edmond is slightly disheartened to hear this. Primarily that one would refer to a few months as 'not long'. "A few months is an eternity away from my fiancée. It's been three months, already, since I have seen her. -And now this."

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