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[athelstanthescribe]

Despite his friends' best efforts, Athelstan is looking a little sorry for himself when he comes down the stairs this morning. He heads for the Bar, already carrying one of Olivier's herb drinks, and receives a folded cloth soaked with cold water to apply to his head.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Tonight there is a rather scrawny teen sitting at the picnic table out by the gardens, leaning back against the table and looking up at the stars, wreathed in cloying smoke. Her cropped red tank-top is ripped in places, showing her thin midsection, and the heels and knees of her once-bright green jeans are threadbare. She has already kicked off her aged, purple sneakers so she might dig her toes into the cool grass.

Rae finds the night to be almost otherworldly in its quiet; nothing like the city she knows. Here, the only noises are the sounds of insects singing, the occasional whisper of the breeze through the trees out in the darkness, and the muted din of the bar room.

No sirens at all, shrieking like panic made manifest. And no yelling or ugly crying. No name-calling, or seething, angry silence while enduring empty words of comfort and shared grief. No... anything, really. Not now. Rae floats quietly through the beautifully starlit evening, comfortably numb.

The part of her mind that is numb enough to endure thinking of such things is sure Nikki would have loved it.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

There is a tiny boy with a puppy in his arms and a milk bottle in one hand entering the bar, glancing around briefly.

He's a bit scraggly and skinny, and he's got a blue-and-green (beneath the layer of snow) tartan cloak clearly meant for a considerably older boy engulfing him. The dog, meanwhile, would look more or less like an alsatian, if it weren't black and grey and had stubby horns like an antelope's growing behind its ears.

Sherral isn't stupid, he's been in a tavern before, and he knows how to recognise them when he sees them. He also knows that people in taverns can be drunk and hostile, which is why he quickly checks to see that he has a knife on his belt.