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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion has looked better, truth be told. His mis-matched eyes were distant, sad, and a little red-rimmed. Winn's bottle of wine was open at his elbow, half empty, but it appeared that he had slowed down his consumption from the last time people saw him endulge.

Voice quiet, but steady, he spoke directly into the camera.]

For those who have, or have not been paying attention ... Daenyrs Stormborn Targaryan has gone home. Drogon, I believe, has gone with her.

[With that, he clicks off the feed. Fzzzzzt. Silence.]

Comments

Re: action

[tallasaking]

... Oh my Seven Gods.

[He coughed for a moment, clearing his throat. Or at least tried to.]

Good. I am not. Going to die. From liquor.

action

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor shakes his head, still wheezing ]

I don't even want to know why they thought they needed something this potent. But I don't think either of us will die anytime soon, although we might wish that, come the morning. Another?

Re: action

[tallasaking]

... Well since I still remember my name, and your name, and everything about our collective lives? Yes, please.

[He pushed his glass forward.]

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[bythewaves]

[ Maglor fills both their glasses again ]

To blotting out of unpleasant thoughts!