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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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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."