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He wasn’t entirely sure why he liked the Rathskeller. He didn’t even necessarily drink often when he came into the place, but there was a warm energy that was held within the walls, and he appreciated the familiarity that came with it. Familiarity was something he was sorely missing these days. Arthur approached the bar and was given a mug of lemon tea with honey. He took a drink, deciding that it was a little too tart for his taste – could have used a touch more honey – but he wasn’t going to complain. The easy gaze circled around the bar quickly, taking in his surroundings and listening. There was a man not much younger than himself by the look of it sitting at the end of the bar, and a slight grin found its way to his face when the young man didn’t seem to enjoy the taste of the drink in his hand. The former king strolled towards the young man and leaned against the bar, his own drink in his hand. ”First time? Or new drink?” He asked with a charming smile, extending his hand to the other in greeting. ”My name is Arthur.” Arthur
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