We learned in Chantry school who made the sun shine through

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WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Samouel Gareth
WHAT: Face to face meetup after some jokes by message crystal
WHEN: Backdated to shortly after this; Before all'a this.
WHERE: The Herald's Rest
NOTES: Nothing.

Maxwell had to finish up his shift in the kitchens first, where he'd volunteered when an incident with a wobbly shelf and several heavy pots had left one of the usual workers on bed rest, but he was true to his word. And shortly after he'd finished, still sweating from the heat, his hands lightly nicked in places, he appeared in the Herald's Rest.

He squeezed in at the bar, ordering himself an ale, than he headed upstairs turning to the right to try and find a seat somewhere along the back. Luckily, he managed to snag one that let him see through the railing and down onto the floor below.

Sipping from his mug, he watched people come and go, placing bets with himself as to which one might by the mysterious Samouel