closed.

[hornswoggle]

WHO: john + leander
WHAT: magic talk
WHEN: solace
WHERE: lowtown
NOTES: just two pals out on the town

It's not all that difficult to find John Silver in the evening. Travel to Lowtown, find a Walrus man and trail along after them as their evening stroll inevitably leads them through the doors of a crowded tavern.

John isn't always the one stood up in the center of the room. Tonight's offering is a tall, brightly-dressed woman swearing up and down about the Cetus that nearly overturned her vessel some years ago, how narrowly she escaped, how her incredible skill was the only thing that saved her. Beyond her, John is seated at a corner table, back against the wall and tankard in front of him momentarily untouched.

When he sees Leander, he reaches a hand to the side to grasp his crutch, but doesn't rise.

"You arrived just in time. Hilne is about to describe her dazzling work with the harpoon."

His hand sweeps towards the free chair, as the other gathers the few papers he'd been reading face down onto the table.

"Have a seat."