[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream
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Nairn scowled briefly, as he was nudged to make room for the other man. He grumbled, shuffling to find some sembalance of personal space, though there wasn't much to be had. Normally he'd have been louder, feigned more upset, but he'd glanced back towards the bar.

Craning his neck to catch another glimpse of her; the new Coterie healer. She'd brought him back from the brink of death once, and ever since then he'd been taking any injured person her way. Just for a reason to wait in the same room as her, even if he didn't talk.

He cleared his throat and glanced back to Ruth, realizing the other man was probably trying to figure out what was at the bar that was so interesting, and he pulled her mug of ale to him, sipping from it. Welcome home, fool. He addressed the lanky elf, as he placed his cup aside.

Tell me 'bout your travels? A story from Ruth could mean anything; and they were usually entertaining.


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RE: [Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream - by Nairn Neirdre - 12-22-2023, 11:31 AM