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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe emerges from wherever he spent the night, probably a room in the staff quarters, looking slightly the worse for wear.

Without pausing, he heads straight across the room and out through the front door. Ten minutes or so later, he comes back in, dripping - apparently he felt the need to dunk his head in the trough at home.

With a brief stop at the Bar, he makes for a booth. And, slowly and with much crossing-out, he starts to write.

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[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

Another nod. He's not a man of many words unless he's in front of a crowd or making a speech.

"Certainly."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

They have that in common. Sharpe's running a little short of words himself.

"So just... let me know, eh?"