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Gimli hasn't been in the Bar sine he tacked up the notice for Sabin Rene Figaro and Captain Reynolds that their commissions were done, but he's there now, with breakfast. One cannot eat in one's master's kitchens all the time.

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Seeing a Mountain Dwarf around humans is surprising but then this place is very quickly erasing all Magius's pre-conceptions. Humara bobs, humming next to him at the sight of the race that aided Magius in crafting her. Magious grins at her and pats her side before going back to watching the room and keeping on eye towards the dwarf. Dwarves are often very interesting!

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Gimli glances up curiously, feeling eyes on him from somewhere, though not necessarily figuring out where. He's had a lot of peculiar looks in this place of mostly Men.

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Magius raises his glass to the dwarf in salute, his eyes twinkling. He had one good friend amongst the dwarves, even though others mistrusted him.

"Hail, son of the stone."

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That, at least, was a familiar term- the elves of Valinor were prone to addresses like that, or variations thereof, such as 'Gonhirrim'. Gimli thinks for a moment, then returns the stranger's salute with his own glass. "You have my thanks, sir," he answers. "Though I don't believe we've met before this."

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"No, we have not. I am new here, sent by the whim of my Gods as Gods are wont to do. I am Magius the White. My respects and may thy fires always burn, thy rock always hold, and thy blades ever shine."

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The dwarf inclines his head politely in return. "Be welcome in this place, then, Magius," he says. Sliding from his chair and losing a few inches of perceived height in the process, he bows. "Gimli, son of Gloin, at your service. Few enough have I known to use such titles as you do; I take it you come of the order of Istari- the wizards?"

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Magius floats out of his chair and then lets down his feet. He bows to the dwarf and when he rises his eyes seem almost to glow.

"Hail Gimli, son of Gloin. Honor to thy line. I know not the order of Istari, though there was an Istar in my world. I am of the society known as the order of High Sorcery and am of the White-robed faction within it."

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That's new. Both of Gimli's eyebrows go up at that.

"I see," he says. "We hail from different worlds then, Magius, unless it came to pass that the Ithryn Luin founded some Order in the farthest East of my world in the long years of the Third Age. My folk come of a world called Middle-earth, or Arda as the Elves would put it, and there were few sorcerors or wizards indeed in that land in my day."

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"Ahh, a land of sorrows then."

Magius shakes his head. Magic is his life and flows through everything he does.

"Indeed. This place gathers beings from all palces I have seen. My world is called Krynn and has bountiful dwarves and wizards as well."

He grins.

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Ramon's walking by when he spots a figure he's seen working around the forge outside from time to time. There's something that's been on his mind so he stops to say hello.

'Good Morning Senor. Am I right in thinking you're a blacksmith of some sort?'

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The dwarf glances up, one shaggy eyebrow rising curiously at the unfamiliar word. "That would be a fair thing to say, aye," he answers. "Pardon my asking, but I don't believe I recognise your accent. I take it you're not of Middle-earth?"

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'Middle Earth? No. I know someone who is though. I'm from...' He pauses. '...just Earth.'

It sounds weird to him when he says it like that. 'I was wondering if i might ask you a question?'

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[OOC:I think LJ is eating posts again. argh...]

Gimli mentally runs over the list of denizens of Middle-earth he knows to be in the Bar; it's a short one. Likely it was Gorlim, since Smeagol tends to run and hide and Gimli hasn't seen Boromir since their first meeting.

"Ask as you like," he says. "I'm listening."

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[OOC: Grrrr, yes. Didn't see this that one at all. Ah well. :) Also - his request in this tag...its for plot. Is it OK to ping you about it later? If Gimli's the suspicious type I mean.]

Ramon smiles pleasantly. 'Well really, I just wanted to see whether I could borrow, or buy, some iron chains off you. I've a friend moving in and there'll be some heavy lifting, he asked me to see if I could get hold of some.'

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"Hmmmh..." Gimli thinks. "Truth be told, I'm a mite short on chain at the moment. But something might, perhaps, be arranged."

[OOC: Pingage is fine. I'm trying to remember who Security warned Gimli away from at one point in the past, but dwarves are fairly suspicious little rotters by nature to begin with.]

[latino_menace]

[OOC: Connection sucks, apologies for ping and run.]

He smiles again, conscious that he needs to keep on the right side of this person if he can. Which is why he doesn't introduce himself right away because a lot if people have heard his name already. Instead he indicates the chair next to the dwarf and asks, 'Do you mind if I join you for a moment?'

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The dwarf inclines his head. "Sit if you wish," he says, shifting a little to ease the pressure of the axe he always wears at his back.

[kitchen_maid]

"Hello, Mr. Gimli," the Ordinary Princess says, cheerfully. "How goes the smithing?"

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"Well enough, Mistress Amy," Gimli returns with a smile. "I've finished some armour, and an axe or three to boot, though I've not seen either of the fellows who asked for the axes. How fare the kitchens?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Very well, and very busy. I'm staying away, for a bit, though, because the third assistant cook has just backed into the senior pastry cook's rather elaborate cake concotion, and there's quite a bit of shouting going on."

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Gimli pictures this and remembers the stories his father and Bilbo Baggins handed down; he smiles. "An eminently sensible course of action," he says approvingly. "No need to hang about courting trouble, I suppose."

[kitchen_maid]

"None whatsoever," she agrees, cheerfully.

A pause.

"Oh, I meant to tell you. I met Mr. Smeagol. He is the hobbit you mentioned, isn't he?"

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Gimli nods. "Aye, he is," he says. "I've only seen him hereabouts the once, and he spent most of that time hiding. Did he take better to you than he did to me?"

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She thinks. "He seemed very polite," she says. "He told me he built houses, and he woke me up when I fell asleep at the table. And he also she he didn't know you more than a bit."

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"That's true," Gimli says. "I've only met the fellow that once. Beyond that, all I know of him is what a hobbit friend of mine told me of him- they traveled together, for a time, though I think Smeagol had small love for him by the end of it."

[OOC: Gotta step away from the desk for a bit. I'll be back.]