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[treading_dawn]

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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[treading_dawn]

"I make no judgment on such things."

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

[payshisdebts]

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

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