Lurealda was distracted just as he was about to speak to Aman by Cree, who was once more looking dangerously queasy, as if she was about to collapse again. His keen grey eyes watched the woman, darting from her face to her crow. Aman rolled her eyes and turned with a smile to the gentleman who was approaching the bar. He suddenly paused, looked around and...flung his cloak to the floor. As an afterthought, he stamped on it.
Aman regarded him sidelong as he approached the bar (it is a talent barkeepers and Innkeepers everywhere have of being to view sidelong at customers whilst, for all the evidence, looking straight at them. He caught her gaze and smiled back, then frowned as a thought seemed to strike him. Bearing in mind what had happened last time a thought seemed to strike him like that, Aman intervened with his thoughts quickly.
"Good day, sir, and welcome to the Dragon - can I get you anything?"
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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