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[chrisisofaith]

[He could almost breathe a sigh of relief. Not a bridge burned, then, just left to gather dust. Maybe he could put things right again. Well, at least try.

The response made him smile, though he had no idea what 'lol' meant.]

Sure. Sounds appropriate for us.

You got a preference for alcohol?

[ipswichson]

Will we be running from guards again too?

[It's not stopping him from going either. He wants to. To get out. To maybe practice magic. To be himself and embrace that and not feel he has to second guess what he's doing or who he's with.]

I don't drink a lot. Beers fine. Wine even.

[chrisisofaith]

Only if we're lucky.

[Not if they were good, but they'd see. He shrugged to himself and headed that way, resolving to pick up whatever looked good and go with it.]

I'll get us something. See you soon?