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May. 1st, 2017 03:32 pmAfter a careless fall and a curt rescue in the bathhouse, Sinric is curled up in the couch by the fire, his ankle strapped and resting on a footstool.
He has a book open on his lap, a large pair of headphones over his ears. Rather distracted, he forgets himself and sings along - a classical piece, at least by the standards of most of the bar.
Company is always welcome.
He has a book open on his lap, a large pair of headphones over his ears. Rather distracted, he forgets himself and sings along - a classical piece, at least by the standards of most of the bar.
Company is always welcome.

