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OOC: Ah, so here is where all the cool people are.
IC:
Roland enjoyed the Crown Inn. Here in the heart of the Empire, this was the true soul of Alleria Prime. Sure, the games of power and back-door politics were played a few doors down in the Insulae Coronae and places like that, but to Roland, this was the truly important place, for here was where the people themselves met. The crown was an ephemeral thing: today it would be Arabella, tomorrow another Julos; the Crown Inn was far more permanent, as always the people were here wining, dining and having fun.
Noticing that the crowd was rather thick today, he looked for an empty table. Seeing none, he looked for someone he knew. He spotted Walen.
Roland walked over and took a seat. He was a pale-skinned Kemite with brown hair and eyes, dressed in an expensive charcoal business suit. "Ah, there you are Walen. May I join you for a moment? And that must be the beautiful Igrainne that you have told me about," he said looking directly at scalesister Kour'el. "Truly, the resemblance is uncanny." He offered his hand to everyone. "Serale, I am Roland Moonstar, Lord Protector of Tearsfall and Marshal of the Legion of Justice. I believe Walen here is our best Deputy ever. We are a very egalitarian organization-- one of our founders was Draekial, and our past president was the Dracon Erolki." He addressed this to Kour'el, who would never know that Roland was the man who sent her young grand-nephew Len'anor'heith Gio Nia'mnyth to Terramarique.
"Well, speaking of family, I would be remiss if I did not say hello to my own second cousin. Greetings, Stephan, and I hope all is going well with you." He waved to the man at the bar, inviting him over.
Few knew it, but Roland had left being Justicar of Centripax for family reasons. Some knew that he had to return to visit his ex-wifes family after her unfortunate accident, but only Roland himself knew that Stephan was another reason: he did not think he could impartial when it came to family member and so recused himself from all proceedings.
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To Igrainne's left, and rather downward, someone was staring intently up at her, warm brown eyes open. The otter-like creature had a rapt expression on his face, and an offering of a necklace made out of beach shells in one outstretched paw. His breath smelled frankly of fish. "For the pretty girl, the normal-sized girl." He motioned at the giants all around them.
"I'm Looie. I like you. Will you be my friend?" He closed his eyes and darted away for a moment, then padded back, an eager yet slightful bashful expression on his face.
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