[Veronica has finally gotten used to the idea that she isn't going home anytime soon. So since she's stuck in this place, she's going to make the most of her time here
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[Evenings tended to be boring for Sandrath. The humans and other supernatural beings around him needed their beauty sleep, so working on his side project was a no go.
The fallen arch-angel was wandering around in a few layers of clothing, the outer of his attire which resembled priest robes. He turned in to the taven for a mug of ale or anything that would kill the time. Not like he needed it...
He spotted Veronica and rose an eyebrow, quickly flashing his black eyes to get an understanding of what he could be dealing with before approaching.]
[If Veronica is meandering in the dining hall for dinner, she might notice Mads, eating alone. He's tucked away in some near empty corner and is reading something in a yellow folder. Wonder what it could be...]
[Oh look, it's her favorite person in the keep. She can never resist bothering him.
Veronica makes her way over to Mads and slides into the seat next to him, trying to peer over his shoulder to see what's in the file before he can close it.]
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The fallen arch-angel was wandering around in a few layers of clothing, the outer of his attire which resembled priest robes. He turned in to the taven for a mug of ale or anything that would kill the time. Not like he needed it...
He spotted Veronica and rose an eyebrow, quickly flashing his black eyes to get an understanding of what he could be dealing with before approaching.]
A lovely evening, isn't it?
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Oh yes, quite lovely indeed.
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May I join the lovely lady for a drink?
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[Veronica stands up and leans over the bar to grab another glass. She slides it towards Sandrath and gestures with the bottle.]
Want one?
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Veronica makes her way over to Mads and slides into the seat next to him, trying to peer over his shoulder to see what's in the file before he can close it.]
What are you up to, dear?
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Mads doesn't bother closing the folder. It's New American. She can't read it.]
Enjoying my dinner. What are you doing, besides perhaps being far too inquisitive for your own good?
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Dammit. And here she was hoping to get some interesting tidbits of information.]
Oh, nothing. Just enjoying my evening.
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