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[synanthrope]

The Garage is closed. So sorry.

However, I'm sure the Blue Light is open if you really need somewhere to congregate. Miss Rosella is more than capable of taking care of all your needs.

Hello.

Welcome to the City.

[ooc: open to anything!]

Comments

[pimphandoftheking]

I shall start with the promise of a drink at your pleasure. Should we find ourselves on the battlefield, I will gladly show my skill.

[synanthrope]

I think I can accept such an offer.

[pimphandoftheking]

Well. Seems as though I risk getting slain myself, we should exchange names should the other wish for bragging rights as victor.

[synanthrope]

Saya Wallace.

[pimphandoftheking]

Tyrion Lannister.

[First name. Family name. Nothing more. That's how it's done apparently. Who wants to even think of the boner killer Tywin.]

Will you be congregating at the Blue Light?

[synanthrope]

I will. I'll have a giant with me.

[pimphandoftheking]

Your consort?

[synanthrope]

I would be very improper to suggest what I have if I had a consort.

No, just someone I know.

[pimphandoftheking]

[Improper yes. Bad? Never.]

Well then, a giant, a half-man and a lady will make for quite the conversation.

[If not among themselves than to the rest of the bar.]