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Adam lounging at the bar with pizza, reading what appears to be some sort of computer manual as if it were a novel.

Come distract him! He's...okay, maybe not friendly, but he doesn't bite!

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The sound of harp music wafts by.

The originator is Joar Addam, nine year old destroyer of CTU sanity. He's sitting on the couch playing.

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Like Adam has any sanity left to destroy.

He listens to the music for a while, munching his pizza, and finally looks up from his book.

"That sounds really nice."

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Joar glanced up from his reverie, turning a rather intense dark-eyed gaze onto Adam. His voice is calm and collected with a slight accent that Adam might recognize.

"Thank you, my lord."

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Nah, Adam doesn't recognize it. He's forgetful about things like that, and only met Asmodean twice.

He hadn't realized until he looked up that it was a child playing the music. "How old are you?" he asks, impressed.

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The child watches him with those dark eyes intently before responding in that same calm voice.

"I am nine years of age."

Such a polite child.

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"Wow. You're like a virtuoso."

There is something eerily familiar about the kid, now that he thinks of it...

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The young boy thought for a moment. Still watching.

"I suppose so, but I am not familiar with that word."