Not too far from Moiraine, a tall, willowy man in black robes has finally located enough space to bow to the Bar properly. "With my greatest and most humble apologies, I've worked my knife's edge to dullness once again," he says. "May I bring it to you for sharpening?"
A napkin appears; he reads it, laughs, and unsheathes a small knife at his waist to lay upon the bartop. "Many thanks to you. I hope to be done with my project soon enough."
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Date: 2020-08-24 05:16 pm (UTC)Not too far from Moiraine, a tall, willowy man in black robes has finally located enough space to bow to the Bar properly. "With my greatest and most humble apologies, I've worked my knife's edge to dullness once again," he says. "May I bring it to you for sharpening?"
A napkin appears; he reads it, laughs, and unsheathes a small knife at his waist to lay upon the bartop. "Many thanks to you. I hope to be done with my project soon enough."