"Ah-" Alacruun's eyebrows shoot straight up for a moment. He really is surprised - he'd expected a note in reply, not a visit. But still, Adalia is out for the moment, so now is as good a time as any. He steps back and clears his (large) bulk from the doorway.
"Please, come in. I'm afraid I wasn't expecting... guests."
His side of the room is strewn with notes and papers and borrowed books. Someone has been burning the midnight oil.
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Date: 2018-05-13 01:32 am (UTC)"Please, come in. I'm afraid I wasn't expecting... guests."
His side of the room is strewn with notes and papers and borrowed books. Someone has been burning the midnight oil.
"I am Alacruun, but I think you know that..."