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[golden_lyre]

Here is a face that hasn't been seen in the bar for quite some time.

Well, it's sort of a face. It's definitely on the hairy side just now. Clean, but pushing into unkempt. His hair is the same, and when he opens the door to the bar, he pushes it back, out of his face, a bemused smile mostly hidden in his beard as he shuts the door behind him, cutting of the bright, Pacific sunlight and the faint echoing of gulls.

His guitar is still strapped to his back, and he reaches his hand up over his shoulder to brush the head with a fingertip as if to reassure himself it's still there. Satisfied, he makes his way to the bar and, before he can order, a sparkling glass of Atlantean appears.

"Good to see you too, lovely," he said, lifting the glass to his lips for a quick sip before turning to survey the room.

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[onceaviking]

He nods and then says, quietly, "A witch stole all my memories."

He looks down at his hands, holding the bottle.

"This place frightened me at first. But I've met people here who called me friend."

A quick glance at Orpheus.

"And some who called me monster."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grants him another smile, this one a little crooked. "I have met the same here. I think most do."

Eric's first statement, though, tugs Orpheus' lips back into a frown. "A witch?" He's had a few run-ins with witches in his time. It hasn't often gone well.

[onceaviking]

He nods. Quickly.
"Yes. I don't know why. Not really? I'd been sent by my King but I don't remember why. I only remembers her eyes."

And his big frame shudders.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus reaches out a hand to touch Eric's forearm, a warm, firm touch. "There is no need to think of such things here, lovely."

[onceaviking]

He feels as he always have. Like cold marble.

But his eyes, when he looks at Orpheus, are full of gratitude.