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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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"What I want and what fate allows me to grasp are two entirely different thing, great cat," Tyrion scoffs, before he ends up in a fluffy chair before the fire.

"Lay the blame where it belongs, son of lions. Or do you disclaim any choices at all?"

Tyrion's bicolored eyes narrow, black and green on the cat's great gold. "Choice is one thing, when you have the chance to indulge it."

"And you have taken no chances?"

Tyrion sneers; the scar on his face leaps with it, half-nose and split lip making the expression that much more ugly. "Oh, quite a few. And I can tell you how much risk has rewarded me."

"Some things have no reward, Tyrion. Or none that any sane man would crave."

His tail is lashing fiercely, and his eyes seem made of molten gold.

"Life has no reward. It only as living," Tyrion replies, curling into his chair a little; he's not afraid, but this is not a good subject.

"So you have believed, for so you have been taught."

Aslan's regard is bright, almost burning. He is not tame, and his patience is not infinite.

"Is it not time to teach yourself?"

The dwarf just looks at the lion. "When a child burns his hand, does he not learn to avoid the flame?" he asks smoothly. "When a whore betrays a man for more coin, does he not learn to keep them out of his bed? Or -- when life rewards risk with suffering, does a man not learn to chose his chance more carefully?"

"Some children, instead, learn ways to make a torch, or use a poker."

A yawn punctuates this statement.

"As for the rest of it, suffering precedes all rewards worthy of the name."

Tyrion laughs at the turn around; it's not bitter--- he does love a person who can turn his wit back at him. "As you say, as you say. But for all my suffering, I've yet to see the coin of my reward. For now, I am grateful for my life and freedom. The rest..."

He shrugs. The rest, he simply does not know.

"Your life and your freedom is a start."

Aslan's tail is still, now, and amusement flickers in his eyes.

"We shall see how the rest plays out. Though if you keep your head, you should do well enough."

"I've managed to keep it so far; besides, aren't I short enough already?" the dwarf quirks his maimed lips into another grin.

"I make no judgment on such things."

[ooc: And I am about ready to sleep. Fade? Also, thank you for the thread!]

Tyrion laughs softly, and shakes his head. "Then, fair Aslan, don't trouble yourself about it."

[Fade's good -- and no problem. Thanks!]

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