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In one of the more shadowed corners of the bar something stirs, tawny-gold fur catching the light.

It is a Lion, head coming up off his forepaws, solemn golden eyes watching the patrons as they pass by.

Aslan has been here for quite some time.

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"Many creatures have such things, child--it is no guarantee of certain death."

He rests his head on his forepaws, golden eyes fixed on Sheppard, unblinking.

"And had you given them cause?"

Sheppard decides to not argue with the lion. It seems like the smart thing to do. "Unless walking through the stargate or going through a jungle is cause, no. The ones I've seen have this tendency to come out of nowhere."

"For the Dumb Beasts, I believe that does serve well enough."

Aslan's tail lashes his flank gently.

"Has it taught you to pay better attention?"

"I try to. The thing is that usually I'm busy watching for humans or Wraith, not the killer animal of the week."

"Your best is all that can be asked, child."

His golden eyes watch Sheppard, unblinking.

"You and yours are troubled so much?"

"Seeing how the Wraith know the way to Earth now, and we need to figure out a way to stop it from becoming a buffet? Yeah, we're pretty troubled."

It's something of an understatement.

"So it will always be."

Aslan's tail lashes at his flanks, almost restlessly.

"But I do not believe your will so weak, nor your mind. And if you are representative of your people, you will do well."

He sighs. "That's what I'm hoping. We don't really have a plan-yet-but we're trying to think of one. And we put up a sign to see if we could get help."

At least the talking lion has faith in him, he decides. That's something.

"It was well done of you, to take advantage of the strangeness of this place."

He yawns briefly, exposing sharp white teeth.

"You are, it seems, already well on your way to a solution."

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