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He wondered what she refured to, his music, or if he had more wine on him, "I don't know any more songs off the top of my head." Shaking his head, "And I have no more wine on me if that is what you wonder."

"I'll be the first to admit that my fingers bleed when I first learn, its not an easy instrument, but it is a nice one."

Quin called it a night shortly there after as the conversation died and they were left there just looking around nothing much happening, saying his good byes he left for his way home.

Rivven sat behind the counter of the bar quietly. He'd cleaned everything up already, so all he had to do was wait for customers, should they come. Of course, he didn't want to do so idly, so he was actually lying ontop of the counter where most drinks would be served, doing sit ups again. There was only room enough to do more basic methods of excersize in there, nothing like what he might do training out in the wilderness, so he stuck to the sit ups, push ups, jumping jacks, and a few other safer excersizes. No one had come yet, so it seemed he could continue until they did.

((I plan to roleplay that out as if he'd already done it as soon as I get a reply from Wedsday))

Rivven had gone to the clothes store, but he'd tried to be quickly, though why so he wasn't certain. He smiled when Morgan came in, and sat up, hopping off of the counter and pulling his coat on again, without bother to button it. Walking over to her, he kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "I thought you wouldn't be coming until later in the day, but this is a pleasent surprise."

((Sorry it took so long for me to see that! I got caught up somewhere else while I was waiting.))

Rivven paused and stared at Quintilius a moment, deciding how exactly to take that, and kissed Morgan quickly on the cheek again before heading over to behind the counter, grabbing a glass for himself and Quintilius, filling his own with just a normal wine, and Quin's with a strongly alchoholic one as requested. Sliding the glass over the counter, he sat down on the other side of it facing the other man. "What seems to be the problem?" He siad slowly, not drinking any of his wine yet.

Rivven turned back the glass and gulped down his wine, slamming the glass down when he was finished. "This I know, but they're back already? The trip should be longer than that from there to here. I'm not about to let myself freak out about this, so... let's keep it orderly. I'd like to know who it was that visited you, what they look like if you don't know. I want to know how long ago this was, what you told them, and..." he paused, and looked at his glass, and then pushed it aside instead of refilling it. "...well, how much they already seem to know, and how exactly you know that I fit more than the white haired part."

Rivven folded his fingers, bridging them and gave a worried look from Quintilius to Morgan before laying his forehead down ontop of the hands. "Interesting. I'll need to find out more about the dream walker, but... the man you spoke to was Richardo. He was hiding some guns, and probably a few other things, but I don't know what. I never really spoke to anyone else when I could avoid it, and they never had me spar with him either. He called me Arberus. I couldn't remember anything when they bound me, like seems usual, so my llate master gave me a name. I actually didn't even remember my real name for the longest time... in any case, we'll need to be careful if it's Richardo. For all I know he could be hanging over our heads right now, listening in or waiting to put holes in us. He always seemed like a show off, but I didn't know him terribly well, but the man does... something odd with shadows. But if he hasn't been popping up since, it might mean he's left for a little while. As to what else they might be doing... I'm clueless, but they seem angrier than I expected when I got away." he lifted his head and refilled both glasses. "Seems you got dragged into this then. I already warned Morgan she might be, and explained the rest to her. Do you have any questions? Do you even know what a construct is all the way out here, I know Morgan didn't. And what exactly do you intend to do, since it seems you have more in mind then quietly going along with them."