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Random walks into the bar, this time heading for a more comfortable seat than the barstool. He pauses only to grab himself a mug of hot chocolate and a blueberry biscotti. His second time in Milliways- come talk to him! He'd love to chat.

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Random smiles, and inclines his head, acknowledging the point.
"So it would seem."
He straightens his spine.
"Then I've not introduced myself. I'm Random, Prince of Amber."
This last is not said with pride. It's a statement of fact, and rather blunt, actually.

Asmodean gave a slight smile. Again, that calm deference.

"A pleasure making your acquaintance, Lord Random."

Random almost snickers at the inclusion of the 'Lord' in that sentence.
"As I said before, I prefer 'Random.' Formality frustrates me."

Asmodean made a deferential, and graceful (a deadly rather than genteel grace for the observant) gesture.

"My apologies, it is an old habit."

Smoothly
"Accepted."
He leans his chin back on his arms, recognizing the knife-like beauty of someone... dangerous. Certainly more suited to one of his brothers than this seemingly devoted bard.
"And you, Jasin Natael. What would I call you?"

Asmodean chuckled, and shrugged. His dark eyes continue to watch Random. They are unreadable eyes.

"A name is but a label, and a title is nothing to me."

Random smiles.
"My Lord Bard, I know that better than many. But I'm not asking what you think of your name, I'm asking what you'd like me to call you. For it's your choice."

Asmodean shrugged. Exactly what the bard is thinking is unclear.

"You may call me Jasin, if are so inclined."

Random smiles. A straight answer, after only ten minutes of wrangling over one question. Miracles will never cease.
"Thank you, Jasin."
He sighs, tiredly, and muffles a cough with the sleeve of his tunic.

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