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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Naraht asks. "That is rather interesting. Well, like I said, I don't know if what he does is magic. For all I know, he may be a child of Q's race. But I suppose there's no way to know for sure unless we take him there...and I won't even consider that unless I am able to create that tunnel from the castle to the drop point. And get his guardian's permission, of course."

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"Naturally," says Quinn. "Anything else'd be a crime."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht finishes off his graphite.

"Well, I'm off to find some supper before that rock sends me three sheets to the proverbial wind. Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll be there. Good night."