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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon fal'al'Bernard.

With telir brandy, and deep thought.

Lets add a little description. He's at a table, not a booth. Tables, too, can be cloaked in shadow if you happen to be Arithon. Currently this one isn't. His legs are stretched out in front of him, and he almost appears to be dozing. Almost, but not quite. He doesn't look actively interested in biting off the face of people who talk to him, which for Arithon is approximately the same as looking inviting.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Arithon!"

Asar-Suti turns up beside him, with coffee in his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

Arithon doesn't look nearly as bad as he did about a week ago. He looks positively alive, Asar-Suti thinks.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

The sheer perky voice causes the Master of Shadow to wince, and he looks up at Asar-Suti with a raised brow.

"I survive. S'kyr'i'on.."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Is survival enough, then?" Asar-Suti says, trying to tone down his voice - from the wince, he guesses that Arithon might have a headache. Magic gives you a headache easily enough if you're not careful.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is a grumpy, reclusive little bastard.

"Yes."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Does the increased snark signify you're all right again?" Asar-Suti says, with a grin.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"I am how I am."

This is nothing. Nothing at all.