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[scots_wolf]

[[OOM: This is NOT MY DOG!!!]]

That hangover just won't go away. His head is splitting, and he feels deeply feverish.

Buliwyf would really like to talk to that Holmes fellow who seems to have been responsible for drugging him and dragging him to this strange place, putting him in a bed with a naked man.

He's sitting by the fireplace, with the dog that has been following him, and waiting for anything odd to happen.

Odder than rats serving food and drink, that is.

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[not_his_pa]

William's back to feeling like himself and smiles when he sees Urquhart and his dog,

"Hello. Didn't know you had a dog."

[scots_wolf]

Nice young fellow.

But Buliwyf doesn't know him.

"I thought I had a different one," he says.

[not_his_pa]

"Oh, what's his name?"

William offers his hand to the dog, he currently smells rather horsey.

[scots_wolf]

The dog wags his entire backside with friendly enthusiasm.

"My dog is called Garm, but this is not my dog," Buliwyf says. "He still answers to the name."

[not_his_pa]

"How do you know he's not your dog?"

That's an odd thing to say and he thought Urquhart was dead and didn't have a dog.

[scots_wolf]

"Garm is big and rangy, red and shaggy," Buliwyf says. "This one isn't."

[not_his_pa]

"Was Garm your dog in Scotland?"

Maybe this is what it feels like to be watching someone else not be sure of things, William's not sure he likes it. Since he doesn't think he'll be able to convince Urquhart of anything.

[scots_wolf]

"Scotland?" Buliwyf says. "I never was in Scotland. I have a Scottish fighter among my men, that's all."

What an odd question.

[not_his_pa]

"Your men, sir? What's your name?"

Urquhart is sick and this isn't going to be easy, his memories of being sick aren't really clear but it wasn't good.

[scots_wolf]

"Buliwyf, son of Hygelac," Buliwyf says.

Beat.

"And yours?"

[not_his_pa]

"William Evans, sir. Um, do you feel like you're ailin' at all, sir?"

[scots_wolf]

"Seems a man called Holmes put something in my mead," Buliwyf says. "I have this unbecoming feverish hangover. Too much henbane, I guess."

[not_his_pa]

"I think you might have a flu, sir. Don't think anyone's poisoned you. The doctors here can take care of you."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine is feeling quite a bit better, today. Well enough to get back to baking, at least.

There may be a young red-head setting a large plate of cinnamon rolls and cran-paradise on the coffee table in front of UrquhartBuliwyf's couch, definitely an offering to him.

A thanks and an apology.

[scots_wolf]

"You baking smells good," Buliwyf comments. She is a stranger, but seems friendly and accommodating.

[sunbaked_baker]

"You sound surprised," she grins, straightening. "Flu or not, two weeks isn't enough for me to get out of practice."

"I wanted to thank you. I'm not exactly easy to deal with, sometimes, but you showed great restraint in not throwing me out a window."

She would have wanted to throw herself out a window, at some points during the illness.

[scots_wolf]

"I rarely throw women out of windows," Buliwyf answers.

She talks as if she knew him. But as far as he knows, she can't.

"Do you know somebody named Holmes?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Good to hear it's so rare," she says with a laugh, settling on the couch beside him.

"Holmes? I don't think so, and I'm usually all right with remembering names. Why?"

[scots_wolf]

"Seems he brought me here," Buliwyf says. "I'd like to talk to him."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Brought you here?" Rae is confused. She'd thought that Urquhart had said he'd come here after he'd died. Rae hadn't really pressed for details, though...

[scots_wolf]

"The other night," Buliwyf says. "To play a trick on his comrade. Who was not amused."

[sunbaked_baker]

"I'm not amused either. More confused than amused, at least," Sunshine says. "What sort of trick? Weren't you here already?"

[scots_wolf]

"No," Buliwyf says. "I was in King Hrothgar's hall, Heorot, with my comrades. We were helping him fight the Wendol, who are laying waste to his lands, and killing his people. We have an Arab with us, too."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Oh, an Arab," Sunshine says, eyebrows raised at the realization that this isn't Urquhart. Hells, this means she must've passed the illness on to him. "Wow."

And... that king's name sounds vaguely familiar. Something from high school lit - one of the assignments she didn't really pay attention to.

"Have a cinnamon roll, if you want one," she murmurs, trying to get her thoughts in order. "And this Holmes brought you here to play a trick on someone?"

[scots_wolf]

"Yes, that's what his comrade said," Buliwyf says, taking one of her pastries.

He's not really hungry, but it would be so rude to decline offered food.

"The Arab is small and dainty," he continues, "but has proven his worth, in fighting and thinking both."