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[ioreth]

Namuras is back and no, none of you are getting an emotionally detailed response from me. I'll just sit here and stare at you stoically until you go away. That is all.

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[poor_grima]

Not even a little one? ~offers coffee~ And he has that crazy girl with him too, mon.

[ioreth]

Sorry. *amazingly emotional facial expression, giving a glimpse into the inner depths of her soul. Oh, and angels sang while doves did a conga*

Better? *resumes stoic* *takes coffee*

Trotter asked me why Thorondir suddenly got his own room. *raises eyebrow* How did he blackmail that out of you? Because if you tell me it was Trotter's little...problem, I'll have to hit you for leaving Gwathren in there.

[poor_grima]

Ah. He didn't blackmail me. I'd tell you exactly what he did, but I think I was pretty drunk when I agreed, mon. Which might explain everything.

Either way I remember telling him he got Namuras' old room. If Namuras feels like sticking around, he can go into the shared one and when is the damn lab going to get blown up so we can build a bigger one?

[ioreth]

I seem to recall the last time you were drunk and didn't remember much. *eyebrow raises higher* If you did, Erendis is going to kill you. Then I am.

And I take the hint. I'll get some poor contractors out here.