Raise a glass, not the first or last.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Lives occasionally happen to people. There's paperwork to do, taxes to examine, ambassadors to throw into the port at Riva...

All right, that last one was something he'd wanted to do for most of the winter, but it wasn't anything he'd done.

Children got older and broke things and made things and painted things. And for those who come here, sometimes all those things just kept happening and the door to the end of the universe seemed less and less like a viable option. But tonight, for whatever reason, Garion and a friend made their way in for the first time in what seemed like forever. They sat at the counter. They ordered a flagon of ale each. They looked around to see what might be new, what might be different.

A Rivan king and a Drasnian prince walked into a bar. Ow.

Feel free to say hello.

[tag one, tag both, specify or not]

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[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"It has been a while since I saw this old place," Silk comments, patting the bartop.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"You sound like Grandfather," he noted whimsically, sipping at his flagon. The ale was good, of course, but he was starting to think that he should have ordered a chocolate shake.

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Well, you've accused me of worse," he replies wryly. "Ah, this ale is good. You know, the food here has been a lifesaver, more than once."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion raised an eyebrow quizzically. A 'lifesaver'?

"Do I want to know what you were getting up to while I wasn't watching?"

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. Do you?" he asks, arching one eyebrow oh-so-tauntingly.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion laughed.

"You're a wicked man, Silk," he said before taking a long pull from the flagon.

Then he tilted his head.

"I think I do, actually."

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Well," Silk said with a certain relish. "I remember a certain time I was running around Karanda for a certain over-sized Alorn king I know... But you don't want to hear about that. You'd rather hear about the time I paid a visit to Tol Honeth..."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He winced.

"Oh, don't mention Karanda. My arm still twinges sometimes in bad weather."

[basic_powers]

"Garion!" There'll be a gleeful little boy running over to greet the Rivan king the moment he's been spotted.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion put the ale down, turned toward the voice, and opened an arm for the gleeful blond blur that was headed his way.

"Well, hello. I see I've been missed."

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Care to introduce me to your friend, Garion?" Silk asked.

[basic_powers]

...Care to introduce Tyler to your friend as well?

After he done glomping Garion of course.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion didn't mind the glomping. He just put Tyler down on the stool next to him afterwards.

"Tyler, this is Prince Kheldar, commonly known as Silk. Silk, this would be Tyler Marlocke, one of Geran's friends."

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"A-ha, well, pleased to meet you, young man," Silk replies. "Please, call me Silk."

[basic_powers]

"Ok, Mr. Silk, sir, pleased to meet you."

Ah...politeness, Silk might have to train Tyler out of that. Bad habit an all.

"Garion, I haven't seen you in so long, how's Geran, is it okay if I comeover and play with him and Hunter and maybe bother the sheep with Wolf?"

Ah. Young lungs, able to babble a mile a minute.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

That just got a laugh.

"You're always welcome, Tyler. Whether I'm here or not. And yes, of course you can come visit Geran. He's missed you."

[time_dancer]

Val doesn't mean to stare but it's their clothes you see, she's trying to decide what time period they might be from and failing. She hasn't jumped to the conclusion they are not from an Earth quite yet but she's be there soon.

[ooc-I have to tag after hearing about Mr. Eddings.]

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

To be fair, the blond is almost seven feet tall. He's not wearing the sword, though. Just standard spring-in-Riva clothing.

Upon feeling eyes on him, he turned and glanced at the girl he didn't recognize.

"Yes?"

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Do I have something on my nose?" Silk put in, following Garion's gaze.

[time_dancer]

In Val's world, seven feet isn't that rare but it is still impressive.

Embarrassed at being caught Val says awkwardly, "Sorry. I was trying to decide what era you came from. I don't recognize your clothing."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion pointed at himself.

"Rivan."

Then at Silk.

"Someone with far too much money" cough "who mostly lives in Drasnia."

[time_dancer]

"Are those planets or cities?" Val asks.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Countries, actually," he informed her as he leaned one arm on the counter.

"Not on Earth, however. Our world is known as Gara."

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Countries, my dear," Silk replied. "These things somewhere between 'city' and 'planet' in size; are you familiar with them?"

[time_dancer]

Val gives Silk a look and replies, "Yes, my father rules one in fact."

She then turns to Garion and says, "Of course. How silly of me. Not everyone here is going to come from an earth. My name's Val."