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[un_fallen]

Raguel slinks in, head down, an air of determination and untouchability about him that keeps most patrons looking right past him. He's here to wait and to watch, and if the people he's looking for fail to turn up in an hour or so, he'll leave.

It's not the easiest thing, being in here. He tries not to look around much beyond the door.

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[blue_ajah]

Most patrons, perhaps, but it is difficult indeed to go unobserved by the Aes Sedai when she is -- for whatever reason -- paying close attention to those who happen to pass through the bar on a given night.

As she studies him, taking note of his demeanor, dark eyes narrow thoughtfully.

[un_fallen]

He knows he's being watched. And while he's not hiding himself on purpose (he's hidden, mostly, but he couldn't tell you how), he doesn't like the attention.

His gaze lands on Moiraine, then flickers uncomfortably away.

[blue_ajah]

One eyebrow arches at this, and then Moiraine rises from her seat and glides across the room towards him.

"Good evening, Raguel."

A pause.

"It is, one might hope?"

[un_fallen]

In the five seconds or so between his glance and her approach, he apparently forgot she was aware of him. He blinks up at her, but his expression remains flat.

"I really hadn't noticed," he says, then remembers his manners (or what passes for them, anyway). "Hope it is for you, anyway."