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[_thuringwethil]

*decides to escape the tension of the temple*

*heads out to the pub and sits in a dark corner with a glass of wine*

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[lindorie]

*Decides she could do with a drink*

*All this thinking is giving her a headache*

*Sits at her Ada's angsting table and broods.*

[_thuringwethil]

*raises an eyebrow and observes you*

[lindorie]

*Glances up briefly*

*Is pretty sure she's seen you somewhere before but can't place you.*

*Figures by the look of you, you work at her mother's club.*

[_thuringwethil]

Hmm... it looks Feanorian but smells a lot like mortal...

How very odd.