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[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

One Prince of Drasnia, inna bar.

He appears to be lounging. Lazy thing. Someone poke him?

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Possibly someone short, hairy and stompy might do the trick?

"Ho, there!" calls Gimli, and no, he hasn't got an entrance post just now. "There you are. I'd been looking for you."

[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

Silk starts, because he'd been drowsing. Then grins upon seeing the dwarf.

'Gimli! Just the dwarf! How are you?'

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli smiles, finding himself a seat that doesn't require too much scrambling. "Ah, I do well enough for myself," he says. "There's been work enough to keep me busy, and I've been invited to a client's wedding. Don't know the girl, I'm afraid, but that's of no great importance. How is it withi you?"

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'Profitable.' This smiles has edges. 'I've been trying to get in to see you since Halloween but the bar has been rather uncooperative in that regard.'

His voice takes on a note a feigned innocence. 'Are you very busy just now?'

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli allows himself some thought. "Why, not at the moment, no," he says at last. "Which is not to say that I've been idle up to now- but at the moment, no. Had you something in mind?"

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Silk smirks and draws a pouch out of his pocket. A large, bulging pouch which is held out for Gimli to take.

'Have a look. There has been some interest in the mithril. To put it mildly.' He laughs wickedly. 'I haven't even shown them a demonstration yet. I love dealing with Arends.'

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli takes the pouch, hefts it, and whistles before prying it open and whistling again as he runs the contents through his fingers. "Indeed," he murmurs. "And I've had enough time to fashion a pair of chain armlets of the stuff, and begin on the rest of a proper hauberk. These Arends seem an eager people, to jump so at mere description!"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda would poke him she is too comfortable with a book laid across her legs sipping her latte. But she does see Silk and it has been too long in her opinion, "Hello Silk."

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Silk stretches languidly and smiles. 'Hello Amanda. How goes it with you?'

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Oh things are as they always are. Sometimes good sometimes not. At the moment though things are going well. How about with yourself?" She is no longer paying attention to her book but it still rests comfortably in place.

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'Things go very well with myself, thank you.' He slumps relaxedly. 'The half of the world consisting of my friends is peaceful and happy, the half consisting of my enemies is at war and meticulously slaughtering the rest of my enemies. Things really couldn't be better.'

He polishes his fingernails casually on the front of his doublet. 'And needless to say, business is good. Been keeping busy yourself then? Training and whatnot?'

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"That is always adventagious. TO have one's enimes taking care of themselves." she grins with wicked approval.

"So I can see. And yes I've been keeping busy. Mostly behaving myself. Training daily despite the cold. Once the forest thaws out we should play again." she did so enjoy that day. Other then the part where she fell.

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'It really is good of them,' he agrees. 'I should send a card to show my gratitude.'

He waves a rat over and orders some spiced wine. 'Would you like a drink? And certainly we should, it never hurts to keep in practice. Although I tend to make it a habit to stay firmly indoors when things get this cold.'

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

Jack does.

Or rather... accidentally hits him with a stray jacks ball.

...ack?

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He jumps and blinks as the ball hits him, then looks around for the perpertrator of said heinous crime. Small eyes blink rapidly on sight of Jack and he wanders over curiously.

'Good afternoon. Your ball?'

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"Very very very very sorry."

He holds out his hand, palm up.

Give it back? Please?

[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

Silk is rather taken aback by the apologising but he's not a cruel man. 'Certainly.' He places the ball back in the palm and adds, 'Think nothing of it.'

There's a small but graceful bow. 'They call me Silk. What are you playing?'

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Jack of the Frost."

He tosses the jacks (clutched in his hand) hurls the ball up, makes a grab for them, catches five, and grabs the ball before it hits the floor.

"And these are jacks."

[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

His eyes light up immediately. 'Well now. A game I haven't seen before.'

He watches and immediately begins to work out a way to cheat at it. 'You're talented at it I think. Is five your best score?'

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien doesn't poke him.

But he does check him out carefully.

...a con knows a con after all.

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Silk can feel eyes on him but pretends he doesn't for a while. Then, as though he's simply sitting up and looking for a wait-rat, he seems to spot the man looking at him.

He feigns a carefully innocent demeanour and simply says, 'Good day.'

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien holds up a hand and flutters his fingers.

"Hey."

Innocent, except in that 'not at all' sort of way.

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Yes. Not at all.

Silk continues to not size him up. Not obviously, anyway.

'Having a good evening?'

Ohhhh so casual.

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He nods.

"Pretty much."

A bit more sizing up.

...he's itching to shoptalk.

[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

Silk taps his fingers on the arm of his chair, then gestures to the one opposite.

'Join me for a drink?'

He nose twitches, ever so slightly.