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[the_prince_of_crows]

It's quite amazing where Milliways can pick you up from. One moment, you're imprisoned on Macragge, being transferred from solitary confinement cell One-Alpha to Five-Beta. The next, you're in the Bar and wondering what was so special about that particular secure bulkhead.

Sevatar is sitting on one of the stools, slouched against Bar and holding a glass of bourbon in his hand. Unfortunately, he isn't wearing his armour, only a set of rough white prisoner robes and a pair of sunglasses he's grabbed just now.

Very much botherable. He'd quite like the conversation.

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[shakemyhand]

Guide found the new Nightlord interesting, this being the second one he's ever seen.

Pardon the staring.

[the_prince_of_crows]

Sevatar can practically feel the eyes on him. He turns around, sunglasses flashing on the warm glow of the light fixtures.

"What are you?"

[shakemyhand]

"You are like Sahal," says Guide.

[the_prince_of_crows]

Behind his glasses, Sevatar's eyebrow raises. It seems his dear brother has been making friends.

"That's not an answer."

[shakemyhand]

"I am a Wraith," he says searching this one's mind. That is about all the information he will give.

"You are not dressed like him," pointed out Guide, "Are you not a blade?"

[the_prince_of_crows]

Sevatar chuckles. "Yes. That's what I am. I'm a warrior. Usually. I'm not doing much fighting at the moment, though."

He gestures to the white prisoner robes.

[shakemyhand]

Guide tilts his head, "I do not understand this."

[the_prince_of_crows]

Wraith. An old term for ghost or spectre, used like a title. Interesting.

"No, we can't all have the luck to live somewhere like this." His face twists with curiosity. "Am I not a...? What has my brother been telling you people?"

[shakemyhand]

"Ahh," says Guide as he nods his head, then he tilts his head. "It means.... ahh... warrior."

Sometimes the translations do not always work correctly.