"Clarissant, yet another person for me to meet," he says, distant and hazy, then shakes his head and sits a little more upright. "I'm not hurt." In his current mode of dress the scars of long-gone battles are visible but nothing fresh. Not on his skin, at least. "There's some very Irished tea in the pot. Have a seat and a drink."
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Date: 2023-11-21 10:31 am (UTC)