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[b]Abatheo: En route to the Guild[/b]
[i]“Seriously, though, you did well. How about we get you some dinner when we get back to the guild?”[/i]

"And a drink," Moira butted in. "We definately need to get a drink down you. You do drink, right? Nobody fuckin' does these days."

"Leave him alone," Syed said, still chuckling a little at the thought of Dylan's painting. Like many of the others, he too was trying not to think about the disturbing situation they woke in. Or the worrying implications of how long they might have been trapped in there. He kind of blew up his machine in shock when he finally came around.

"Bah! You lot don't know fun if it hit you in the face." She shrugged towards Amy. Oh Amy, her ever faithful companion in the quest to drink anything they can get their hands on. She could always rely on her. Even if she did tend to not recognise drinks by their names very well.

Syed waved his hand dismissively at her, before turning instead to the person who walked beside him - Xan. "I don't know about you, but I'd be happy with just a cup of tea. The good stuff. What do you think?"