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[mechanicalswans]

[OOM: One commission, two gifts and an unexpected visitor. Small warning for a bit of blood and gore.]

Weyland returns to the bar sometime later, when he has recovered enough to appear calm again, and he carries the gifts he has made up to the bar. It looks like it's going to be another Atlantean night.

He takes a seat at the bar, and waits. There's one person in particular he's waiting for and several others he'd be very happy to see, but really any distraction would be welcome.

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[mechanicalswans]

"But he wouldn't be the first thing to cross the warded borders without permission," he says. "Assuming that something other than strange fortune brought that egg into being. I hope the wards in my world are not failing... but then, if the world is ending, can I expect them to remain?"

[tragic_mask]

"Doesn't sound like anything will remain," she observes. "If the world is ending, anyway."

[mechanicalswans]

"But will they hold back the destruction?" he asks. "Will they keep my forge safe, while the rest of the world burns and is drowned? I built it in a land where the final battle should not be fought--it's already in the charred lands of the fire giants. There's nothing left to burn, there. The gods will not go there, if any gods remain."

[tragic_mask]

She takes a drag.

"Guess time will tell, if nothing else."

[mechanicalswans]

"It will," he agrees. "Sometimes I wish I were more of a seer--but what comfort is there in knowing what will happen and being unable to change it? Better not to know. At least you're less bored."