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Keegan nods, and heads back to his table, more than a little sullen.


While Irirangi is focused on the map and the mental communication, she doesn't notice a man approach from behind her.

"It's quite wonderful. Beautiful, really. Someone explained it to me earlier. There's quite a journey ahead. For him. Uncharted territory, destiny and all that."

He trails off, looking a little embarrassed.

"Excuse me. It's not quite fair of me to approach like this. I know who you are, but I'm not sure you know me. My name is Keegan, of House Orien. We were to meet tonight, you understand, but the circumstances were so extraordinary I didn't want to rush anything."

He slowly begins to turn red in the face, and idly scratches the back of his head.

"You put on quite a show. Outside, I mean. And so I know that you can handle yourself in combat. So, please don't hit me if....if I ask you to dance? Would you?"

He stretches out his hand to Iri.


The slightly drunk man who had an earlier outcry tries his luck again, a little sloppily on account of the wine; "For my own part, I shall be greatly surprised, if it is not all made of filth, or at any rate mud. When I was in an establishment in the Lower Towers of Sharn, I saw some sham eatables of the same sort."


In immediate response, a drunk and curly headed man rises out of his seat;
"Please! Do forgive him this once. If ever he does it again, not one of us will say a word in his favour. But spare him! He has proven his worth enough this night!"