[When Hythlodaeus arrives at The Prancing Pony, the waitstaff will usher him to a private table. It's nothing special, truly, and yet it seems chosen with intent. The atmosphere in this corner is as light-hearted and whimsical as the rest of the pub, but it's just the teensiest bit quieter, just the smallest amount removed from the hustle and bustle, and practically perfect for peoplewatching.]
[Emet-Selch won't keep him waiting, either. Such was never his wont.]
[If Hythlodaeus was expecting a spectacle, there is no sign of one yet. Still, Emet-Selch looks put-together (if understated) in his dark coat and slacks, and he seems to be in an agreeable enough mood whilst he takes a seat opposite him, the dark feathers extending from his shoulders fluffing once to shrug off the winter chill before vanishing altogether.]
I do hope you brought an appetite.
[An off-handed remark, at odds with the way his bright eyes focus on Hythlodaeus - relaxed, but determined.]
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Date: 2024-02-26 03:47 pm (UTC)[Emet-Selch won't keep him waiting, either. Such was never his wont.]
[If Hythlodaeus was expecting a spectacle, there is no sign of one yet. Still, Emet-Selch looks put-together (if understated) in his dark coat and slacks, and he seems to be in an agreeable enough mood whilst he takes a seat opposite him, the dark feathers extending from his shoulders fluffing once to shrug off the winter chill before vanishing altogether.]
I do hope you brought an appetite.
[An off-handed remark, at odds with the way his bright eyes focus on Hythlodaeus - relaxed, but determined.]