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Boromir descends the stairs, again without his armor and weapons except for his eating dagger--though he knows by now he does not need it. He feels better with it at his waist nonetheless.

He sits at the bar and looks around for a few moments before speaking. "Lady Bar? The concoction I had the other day--I would like that again, please."

Up pops waffles with honey and berries. Boromir puts a coin on the bar top and murmurs "Thank you" as he begins to eat.

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"The first night I was here I stood under the fountain in my room for quite some time. The water was warm and it drained itself. I liked that very much."

She nods. "I never quite figured out that thing. Maybe It should have occured to me to stand under it.

"So how has the rest of your Milliways experience been?"

"I have learned much," he says, nodding. "I spoke with a young woman who works for the city guard, investigating murders. And the barkeep introduced me to waffles."

"A woman in the Watch, huh?" Esk says thoughtfully. "I guess after trolls, i shouldn't be surprised. Did she say which city?"

"She did not. We talked mostly of weapons. She uses something called 'bullets.'"

"Is that a type of throwing knife?" Esk asks. She knows the inner workings of a calculator, but no one's quite explains guns to her.

"She said it was very small and propelled at a great speed. I did not ask to see one."

She nods. "Sounds like a throwing knife, or maybe a crossbow bolt. The Watch in our city have swords, but the don't do much."

"As do ours. That is why I was so surprised--most of the women I know who are warriors prefer archery to sword-fighting. Our swords are too heavy for them to handle."

"There's a couple of female heroes who drop into the Drum occasionally. They seem to handle a sword fine."

"With the correct training, of course," Boromir murmurs, realizing he has stepped in it again. "But it is not common in Gondor."

"well, they're not common," Esk concedes, barely noticing his awkwardness, "and i imagine the swords are magical. Most are.

"But heroing's a very equal opportunities profression. Heroing and theivery, both open to either gender, unlike most."

Boromir nods, though theivery is the refuge of those who reject professions where he comes from.

At the back of his mind there is a briefly stirring thought: Why do I know so few women? but it is gone as soon as it comes.

~~Omniscient Narrator is setting up the boy for canon puncture, methinks.~~

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