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pro_patria_mortuus) wrote2016-02-04 11:22 am
pro_patria_mortuus) wrote2016-02-04 11:22 am
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Enjolras is at a table with a book and a plate. (It contains some crumbs that used to be a chicken sandwich, a mostly untouched small cake of the sort that Bar persists in giving him unrequested, and -- inexplicably -- a small candy heart with the incomprehensible word LOL stamped on it in pink. Enjolras has no particular desire for candy, especially of a self-evidently joking sort, and thus has ignored it.)
More importantly, he has a book about the history of Ysalwen's Thedas, which he's reading thoughtfully.
The bar is bustling, as often. A few of his friends are about; the spy is across the room, monitored but outwardly ignored. Enjolras has no intention of speaking to him without cause, if he's given a choice in the matter.
More importantly, he has a book about the history of Ysalwen's Thedas, which he's reading thoughtfully.
The bar is bustling, as often. A few of his friends are about; the spy is across the room, monitored but outwardly ignored. Enjolras has no intention of speaking to him without cause, if he's given a choice in the matter.
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Coufeyrac beams. Wonderful! And because he is feeling magnanimous, he adds, 'I will see to the fellow's horses, to save a trek out there and his inevitable complaining. I will come and join you once they are settled.'
He likes horses! And it will spare Enjolras the indignity of having to coordinate with the man through manual labour.