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*He's sitting at his normal table, sipping tea. Still dressed in his working clothes, Tims trying his best to relax. It's hard. Almost a year of doing Security, he can't help but watch everyone. That one looks like trouble, she looks like she needs help, oh, I should warn security about him... Ease off tim, ease off.*

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The woman in white smiles warmly at him from her nearby booth.

"Goodness me-- Sir Timothy, wasn't it? So long it has been, since I have seen you."

The light soft voice is kind.

*Tim bobs his head. Crap. One of the not so nice ones. And him at low ebb. But he doesn't let it touch his face.*

Ms Rowlands. It has indeed been quite a while. How is death treating you?

"Oh, but I'm not dead, dear," she says, and the light soft voice is very amused. "I'm quite alive and well indeed."

Quite sure of that?

*He tips his cup towards her.*

It can be quite hard to tell the difference here.

She smiles warmly at him.

"So I have seen-- but no, dear, I know exactly how I came here."

"Never fear-- I am very much myself, Sir Timothy."

Being chased by the hounds of light?

*He can't help it, it just slips right out there.*

Her smile stays in place, but it does not touch her eyes. Her cold, cold eyes.

"Such a clever sais you are, Sir Timothy, Titania's son. So very clever, even when you are wrong."

*He sips his tea, then meets her gaze, Despite his lack of magic, he is quite capable of meeting her gaze. He's had to deal with worse.*

Ah, thats right, cowards prefer the term strategic retreat, isn't that right?

Blodwen studies him in silence for a moment, and when she speaks again, the warmth is beginning to leach out of the light soft voice, leaving the chill of winter behind.

"So different you seem now from the helpful young man I first met. My goodness, and here I had thought that such a polite young man as you were would be a nice person to speak to this lovely evening."

*Tim waves a hand, as if waving away his own words.*

Please excuse my words, I find myself in a foul mood tonight. I have recently been released from incarceration in this fine establishment.

"Incarceration, is it?" A thread of curiosity, now, and she looks at him with interest. "Goodness me. Such a shame, it would seem."

*Tim shrugs.*

Batsards. They caught on that I'd given aid to people who they didn't think should have it.

"And had you, then?" More curious, now.

*Tim shrugs.*

I found it quite unfair that only one side should benefit from the benefice of milliways.

"And for your opinions you were imprisoned?" The light soft voice is coolly amused. "A shame, indeed."

Well, no.

*Tim glances upwards.*

It was more for my actions of giving guns to a culture that had never used them before.

"My goodness -- and you a dewin yourself, are you not?"

If the good guys get acess to help from Milliways, why not give guns to the other side?

*He shrugs.*

It made sense to me.

"But you did not make a -- what is it that you said, dear? A 'strategic retreat'?"

The soft musical voice is lightly mocking now.

"Poor sais bach, to be caged so. You have learned a lesson, surely?"

No, I stood behind my decison. So they caged me in my own creation. Quite a humiliating blow.

*He acknowledges the mocking, but it seems to roll right off him.*

Of course I have. Find people to aide who aren't quite so stupid.

"A good thing it is, to choose your allegiance carefully," she says, smiling warmly at him.

"And you're no longer caged up, I see-- tell me, dear, have you changed sides again, then?"

*Tim sips his tea with a smirk.*

I don't think there was ever ny change in the first place.

"Is that so, dear?" The soft pleasant voice does not alter.

Oh yes.

*His eyes twinkle as he meets her gaze.*

Perhaps thats why I ran into issues? Perhaps.

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