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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon. He's dressed up, today. In his very best, with his sword firmly fastened to his hip and with a pair of black gloves (embroidered in green) held in one hand.

Arithon is actually looking for people. One Indiana Jones, and one "Archie". He's not quite sure how he'll identify the second, but he intends to somehow.


Rauven skyshia s'kyr'i'on Svava.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Good evening."

There is a faint bow, just slightly more than a nod of his head, and he continues to look about. After, of course, memorizing what that hat looks like so that he'll be able to refer to it in Indiana finding.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael sips his drink, a Plain White Junkie.*

Looking for someone?

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"One Indiana Jones and one man called 'Archie'."

Flatly. It even lacks his normal bitter humor.

[mogget_cat]

*easily, over the rim of his drink.*

I have not seen Indiana. Archie, however...

*he motions with his glass, the shotglass chattering on the inside of the highball glass due to the carbonation.*

...is right over there.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"My thanks."

Not even Lysaer has ever implied that Arithon was anything other than human. That is, however, a surprisingly feral smile for someone no more than a man.

[mogget_cat]

*Green eyes notice that feral light in Arithon's smile, and mirror it.*

You are welcome, of course.

*Yrael raises his drink slightly to Arithon.*

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He'd respond, but he's too busy stalking away...while fingering the gloves in his hand.