Exeunt...

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Angela and Melou come downstairs, Angela with a small bag, dressed in rather unusual clothing for her, with her hair in two braids down her back. She wasn't quite sure how to do her hair but Melou seemed to like it, so she left it. The clothes are strange to her, though she does like the embroidery around the neckline. The ring from Arawn is already on her finger. Her hands are a little cold because she's nervous.

However, right now she's only thinking of actually leaving the bar, actually leaving to do something she wants to do because she wants to do it, thinking of being with Melou all that time...and yes, thinking of how much trouble she's going to be in when she gets back. She shoves that last worry to the back of her mind.

She turns to Melou nervously just before he goes to the door, and she runs down to leave notes with the Bar:

Dear Grampa--

I've gone to Wales with Melou for a visit. I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise.

Love, Angela.

P.S.: Please don't worry. I'm very safe.

Hey--

I've gone out of the bar for a few days. I'll be back really soon, I promise.

Love, Angela.

When she's done that, she turns to him, takes his hand and he opens the door and leads her through.

The door shuts softly behind them.