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Chloe is at the bar, in the bar, drinking a non-alcoholic substance.

Three guesses as to what she's drinking and the first two don't count.

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"I knew it!" Chloe's face brightens considerably.

"I wonder why they got married. Arranged possibly? Do you think they could get it annuled?"

He thought for a moment.

"They were married by a drunken demon who spilled stale beer on them, and muttered vows at them."

"Then it can be reversed. All they have to do is ask him to anull it. I mean, it wasn't a real wedding."

He considered for a moment.

"I suppose so."

"I might look into that. I wonder who did the ceremony. Bernard isn't a demon."

He thought for a moment.

"I did not catch the name..."

"It doesn't matter. I'll find out soon enough." Chloe sips some more of her water.

"Are you certain you won't have something else to drink?"

He nodded calmly.

"Yes, thank you though."

She nods as well. "Water is much better for you anyway. I suppose my liking for it leads back to my childhood. My mother was an alcoholic."

He thought for a moment.

"I like to keep my wits about me, and there is always that side of it."

Chloe snorts. "Yes."

He calmly took a sip of his water.

Chloe sighs and smiles demurely.

"So. How do you know Jasin exactly? Are you friends? Related?"

He chuckled slightly.

"Yes, friends."

"How long have you known him? Very long?"

He nods calmly.

"Quite a long time, really."

"He's very old, isn't he? Ancient I'm certain. He's got to be, with his way." Chloe's fascinated.

He thinks for a moment.

"Yes, over three hundred and fifty years from what I understand."

"And you are how old?"

He smiled slightly.

"About two hundred and fifty."

Chloe smiles. "Yes. Ancient. At least, compared to me. Wizards live to be at the very least 100 years old. I have a friend who is a wizard."

She rolls the dice in her hand.

"He gave me this." She places it carefully on the bartop.

"I can't remember if it has a spell on it."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Hmmm... We have such devices but I have no idea what it might do if anything."

"Well. Without the magic, in a place called Las Vegas, these are used to win money. You roll them on a table and if the number you put chips on matches the number on the dice, then you win the money."

He considered for a moment.

"How... fascinating."

A pause.

"Natael and I used to gamble some in the old days... He was terrible."

"Because he beat you?" She snickers into her drink.

He shook his head.

"No... He's rather unfortunate."

"Really? I should introduce him to Fleur. Bill told me she's quite lucky. Then he'll be.. luckier?" Chloe shrugs and smiles.

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