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Gorlim is in the bar with the usual amount of implicated doom. It sort of hovers around him like an aura or something. At the moment, he has no plot, and is thus rendered even more dangerous. Scarier still, he has TEA.

The tea is scary because it means he isn't trying to disown his dark side by drowning it in alcohol. It may mean the dark side is sleeping, or it may mean it's fingering the knife.

Care to take a gamble and poke at the Traitor Betrayed?

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"Because," replies Fenny, "my boyfriend's skin was blue for a while. And we thought my hair would look nice pink. My turn - what's your name?"

"Blue!" He grins. "Well it's good to know that works here like it did back home. Scare the enemy, attract the ladies..." His banter is more friendly han flirtatious. "I'm Gorlim. And I'll see your question and raise you an offer of another cup of tea if you tell me what yours is. It smells nice."

"My name is Fenchurch. My tea is Red Rose, but it isn't made of red roses."

She turns her head to the side a little.

"I never did get why they called it that ... oh, and we didn't meet here, we met in London. Where's home?"

"Roses make a good tea, though, if you take just the part that smells good." He crosses his legs on the bench and nods to the one opposite, inviting her to sit. "Home's under the sea, alas! But once upon a time it was Dorthonion. Where's London? We can't have meet there, I've never heard of it."

Fenchurch giggles.

"No, I mean Arthur and I met in -- er -- oh. Um."

She lost her point already, and moves to sit in the proferred space.

"London's gone too. It exploded - but I used to live there."

"Oh, you mean you and him... met in... Exploded?" Intrigued! "My home first got burned, then infested with orcs, then infested with giant spiders, then a vampire lived in it until the whole place was sunk and the world started over somewhere else." He sighs a little regretfully, for a lot of reasons, only one of which he states aloud. "It's a pity the vampire survived."

"Yes, we did -- giant spiders? Oh, how dreadful. Have you recovered fully?"

Fenchurch does not concern herself with vampires, really, or with water, but the spiders ... well, that's probably a frightening experience.

"Not entirely," he's forced to admit, "but I died, too, and there was a big war and that can be hard to recover from. But the spiders weren't so bad, really. I killed a few when they wandered our way, but they were bad to eat so mostly we left them alone."

"I bet they were. You tried to eat them? That's ... eugh. It's definitely not wasting, but it can't really be all that good."

Fenny thinks a bit. This is a challenge.

"... you died? I can imagine it's hard to recover from dying, I'm sorry."

He shrugs. "Everyone has problems. But tea makes it better. And cheese. I forgot about cheese."

"Tea makes everything better."

She definitely does agree there.

"Though I didn't know cheese did the same."

"It does," he specifies, "only in conjunction with good wine and better company, or a rainy day and a windowsill to sit in, though in the latter case it is merely an enhancer of the tea which absolutely must be present."

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