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Random's in the bar, playing with fire.

Or rather, a candle, a cup of water, a rock and a small paper fan.

His Tarot cards are there too. As well as a whole lot of string.

Not to mention a glass of Scotch. That's helping the situation, too.

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Having delivered his basket of herbs, Gaspode strides out of the kitchens so energetically, that his bow wave blows one of Randoms cards from the table. He realizes it and kneels down to pick it up. Handing it back to Random, he apologizes. Which card? The Fool, of course.

Random arches an eyebrow, and gives him a polite smile.

"Hello. And thank you."

"I'm sorry. This is my first day on the job. I'm a little excited, you know." He smiles. Quite charmingly so. And his couriosity gets the better of him: "What are all these things for?" His wave includes the odd assortment of devices on Randoms table.

Random, sensing 'accident prone' vibes, blows out the candle.

"I'm trying to learn some things. It's not working very well, I'm afraid."

"What are you trying to learn?" And, suddenly realizing that might be a little too straightforward, he decides to at least introduce himself before nosing around. "Sorry again. My name is Gaspode." And offers his hand to shake.

Random would take it, but he's covered in soot. He holds his hand out palm up, showing the stain.

"Random of Amber, and touching this stuff is not the best of ideas."

Gaspode turns his hand palm up, too, mirroring him. As he doesn't mind any kind of dirt, he considers it an odd ritual of greeting. But he has already seen stranger things around here.

"Why have you touched it, if it is no good idea?"

"It was necessary."

A short shrug, as best he can, while covered in twine.

"I'm trying to help a friend."

Gaspode smells a story behind this. And he's eager to hear it, though the other seems not too eager to tell it. Well, one more try.

"How can black hands help a friend?" His most innocent face seems the right one to show.

"It's part of a spell I'm trying to work."

He shrugs.

"You work with spices?"

[OOC: Have to sleep. But would be glad to hear from you in slowtime.]

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