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There, in the back booth... see him?

The man falling asleep over 'The Kraken Wakes' by John Whydham?

That is Random. Come say hello, the book is good, but conversation is better.

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"I can believe it." He rubs his forehead again, and glowers in response to his headache. "I'm sorry I am not more talkative on the subject. I still don't trust the man."

He nods.

"Don't. Trust him. Ever. Not a bloody inch. He'll use you shamelessly to get to me. It's in his nature."

"That is not a worry. I wont allow it."
*Shrug* "Know anything of the illness that's going around?"

He shakes his head.

"I don't get sick. My immune system won't let me. But what is it?"

"Not sure really. I've seen a lot of people sneezing and coughing, and suddenly all of them seem to have tails or some such thing. I only know its connected because," *thoughtful pause* Gorlim left a note."

He raises and eyebrow.

"And how is it transmitted? It's obviously magical in nature."

"So I would assume. Beyond that I know nothing. I just wondered if you had heard anything. Likely I am worrying for no reason." *shrug*

He smiles.

"There's always a reason to worry. It's whether it's a good reason that's the question."

"Heh, Gorlim can take care of himself. Six thousand years is more than enough time to learn, but Ellie will not take his leaving well. I really ought to talk to her, to reassure her." *frown*

He thinks.

"I know Gorlim, but I haven't met Ellie. Something tells me it would be awkward. Apparently I 'Look like Faramir.'"

*raises eyebrow* "Well that would be interesting. As far as Ellie goes though, she will worry herself to death over this."

He winces.

"Oh. That must be hard for all of you."

"Only if he doesn't come back" *shrug* "I just need to keep her from worrying."

"Where has he gone? To find the cause of the affliction? Or the cure?"

"To find the cure. He says it's a pretty dangerous place. I just hope he didn't mention that in his note to his wife." *eyeroll* "He's not much more tactful than I am, I'm afraid."

Random nods.

"That came across. But he must be happy to be able to do something concrete."

"Yes, so I would assume. It was irresponsible, but I can't say that I'm not jealous."

"Of course you are. Even I am, a little, though I can't say it'd be a good idea for me to head out on a quest right now."

"Even your brother thought being a clown would be a good way to throw your opponents off guard. I might have been interested in testing it." *Smile*

He blinks, eyes taking in the clown make up again.

It's hard for him to remember Andres is wearing it. After years of painting it on himself and others, it doesn't seem like an issue.

"Well... I guess so."

"Ah well, maybe when it's all said and done I'll keep the look." *Snort*

He snickers.

"Maybe just a mask to whip out of your back pocket in times of need."

*Smile* "You know, I had forgotten. That does work quite well."

He grins.

"So long as you have big eyeholes. If you don't, then you're in deep trouble."

"Or sidhe magic." *smile*