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Tim is once more settled into his Answer Man role. It's one of those things he does well.

Well, only one of the things. Thats why, in addition to his sign,("WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? LET ME HELP YOU OUT.")) he also has rather large tome in his hands. The title is unreadable, the binding is leathery, and the paper is rather old.

Just another day of light reading.

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Does he Have Questions? Yes this new comer has alot of questions so he approaches the man.

"Hello."

Tim nods his head.

"Hi there friend."

"What is this place?" he asks still unsure if it is a dream or if he died and is in a waystation to the afterlife.

Tim taps his sign.

"It's called Milliways. It's a bar."

"How foes this place exist?" he rests his weary legs by taking a seat.

He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled.

"Magic mainly."

"Magic." he ponders this. "Is this a place created by the Gods?"

"By a being or beings more powerful then those beings that are more powerful then the gods."

Tim grins.

"And before you say no one is, I have personally watched one of them throttle Ares to within an inch of his life."

"Then perhaps such things are not for one as myself to further question." He is dissappointed but he doesn't want to risk angering the gods.

a faint shrug,

"No ones ever gotten in trouble for asking questions."

Not here anyways

A small smile crossed his face.

"Since I seem to be stuck here perhaps you could tell me how I might find lodging?"

He gestures at the bar.

"Just ask Bar. She's not actually inaanimate."

So I just ask the bar like that woman did for the wine.

"How am I to pay for this lodging as I am cut off from all of my assests?" He is actually being practical. This might have to do with being way over his head.

"When you DO go home, simply put a penny in the bank. Byt the time you get to the end of the universe, it will be a lot more money. So, yo're probably already paid off."

He eyes the man, "What's a penny?"

"The smallest monetary unit."

He nods and just takes the man's word for it.

A bow of his head, "Thank you. Now, it has been a long day and this body needs to retire for the night."

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