We learned in Chantry school who made the sun shine through

[dreadinquisitor]

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

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[el_tybs]

"Mauve?" Not purple. Mauve. "Well that will stain my clothes terribly. Why couldn't it be aquamarine at least? I like blue," he huffs back, crossing his arms, trying just as hard to seem upset by the entire thing.

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"Right?" Maxwell agreed vehemently. "If I'm going to be eaten, I could at least do it while a dignified shade of cobalt. But mauve..." He put on an affected shudder... then looked sidelong at Sam, and then laughed. "I'm glad we did this. Thank you."

[el_tybs]

At the look Sam bursts out laughing too, rubbing at the corner of his eye once they've settled down. "You're welcome, but I should be the one thanking you. But seriously, the Mire? Be careful there."

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"Same to you," Maxwell insisted, then he smiled. "I'd like to be able to do this again once it's all done."

[el_tybs]

"I would enjoy that very much. Maybe play some cards as we talk about the crazy things we came across." Getting up from his seat, Sam offers his hand again for Maxwell to shake before he departs. "Time next time, Maxwell."

[dreadinquisitor]

"I look forward to it," Maxwell said, taking in his hand in a friendly shake then moving to stand as well. Work done, ale warming in his belly - it was likely time for him to settle in somewhere for the night. "Good luck out there."

[el_tybs]

"You as well," he says, stepping away from the table. With a nod in farewell, Sam heads down the stairs and then out of the tavern.