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Merriman has a newspaper in front of him, but it's rather obvious that his full attention is not on it. Rather, his attention seems to be divided between the newspaper and a silent observation of the number of patrons in the bar who are exhibiting signs of illness, or other things.

His cup of tea is tepid. That will have to be rectified at some point.

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Sheemie smiles at him in passing.

Merriman returns the smile, quiet and somewhat grave, and nods a cordial greeting.

"Long days and pleasant nights, sai."

'And may you have twice the number, young man.'

He's met Roland Deschain, indeed.

Sheemie tilts his head at him curiously.

"Thee's met gunslingers, then?"

'A Mr Roland Deschain, yes.' Merriman's mouth quirks at the memory. 'We met shortly after his arrival in this place. You are of their world and time, then?'

"Their world, aye. And the time of sai Susannah and sai Jake, I wot, and sai Eddie mayhap. Time is strange."

'That it is,' he replies, with perfect understanding, and holds out a hand. 'Merriman Lyon. Time is something of an interest of mine.'

Sheemie shakes his hand, smiling. "Sheemie Ruiz, sai."

Merriman nods. 'Well met. If is it not an overly inquisitive question...are you Bound to this place?'

Sheemie looks uncertain. "I've not tried to leave, do'ee ken?"

He does. There is a significant difference between being unable to leave and not even trying.

'I see,' he says quietly. 'My apologies -- I did not mean to pry.'

Sheemie shrugs, and explains, "Most all my friends are here, sai. And there's horses, and growing things."

It's all he could want.

Simple wants, simple needs. The best kind, sometimes.

'There is little more than a man could ask for.' He sips his tea.

"It's a good place, truey-true", Sheemie agrees contentedly.

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