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It was not for another person, but by the way she looks at it, Neron assumes it’s for him. He should have known the type of drink Morgan would enjoy, having been around her for long enough when their roles were reversed and he was Warden, and so he fetches her a mug of ale instead, raising his eyebrows as if to ask if it will suffice.
”I stay here as long as I need to. Whether the Kraai is open during that time is another matter.” So saying, he reaches up to ring a bell above their heads, indicating last orders. He’d been about to ring it in a few minutes anyway, but this gives him something to tell Morgan he’s not letting her Citadel drunks while away their time unnecessarily.
There’s still stew left in the kitchens, so he leaves to go and get it after pouring the last drinks for the late-stayers. When he returns, it’s with a bowl and a fresh hunk of bread, which he sets before her. ”Busy day?”
”I stay here as long as I need to. Whether the Kraai is open during that time is another matter.” So saying, he reaches up to ring a bell above their heads, indicating last orders. He’d been about to ring it in a few minutes anyway, but this gives him something to tell Morgan he’s not letting her Citadel drunks while away their time unnecessarily.
There’s still stew left in the kitchens, so he leaves to go and get it after pouring the last drinks for the late-stayers. When he returns, it’s with a bowl and a fresh hunk of bread, which he sets before her. ”Busy day?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
