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Nov. 29th, 2013 07:40 pmValjean has spent the majority of today's daylight hours walking around the lake. He is cold when he comes in, and wet from the earlier rain, but it is nothing a spell by the fire will not put right. Bar provides hot tea and a biscuit - which he does not refuse - and that will do him for the evening; he takes an armchair, and soon loses himself by staring into the flames.
He could probably use a distraction. He is not a man who does well being left to his own thoughts for too long.
He could probably use a distraction. He is not a man who does well being left to his own thoughts for too long.

