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((OOC: Sorry, been writing too many essays lately, essays in which paragraphs = bad, I'll mark speech in orange, would that be easier?))

Aremias smiled to himself as he took another large 'sip' from his pint, leaning back heavily in his chair, he placed his pint down on the bar as he plucked a few strings on his lute idly with his left hand.

"So, how's business, friend?" he asked the barkeep as he passed, the reply he got was nothing more than an annoyed grunt, he sighed and turned slightly in his chair, to glance about the tavern once more, nobody seemed to be watching him, but that didn't mean nobody was. He shook his head slightly as he turned back around, he would go for the direct approach this time, no need to hide himself, he was retired as a blade, if he did what he planned to do to lose the feeling in his gut, it wouldn't cause too much of a stir politically, if at all, being retired was fun, he could do what he wanted and get away with it, he almost laughed to himself as he thought that he may even be able to get away with some form of murder, not that to truly wished to do such a thing, but it was a thought, a useful one, he tucked it to the back of his mind for later, taking another somewhat large 'sip' from his pint, smiling to himself, he stood up and crossed the room to lean against the corner that pointed towards the southwest and there he waited, smiling to himself, observing the room and his unknowing actors, about to be thrown into a theatrical act they had all seemingly participated in before.

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