"The first thing to discover that would to be to find what we all have in common, I think."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He slipped his hand into Charlotte's. Her grip tightened as they surveyed the other occupants of the room. They knew nothing about them. How were they supposed to trust complete strangers, especially when they were in a strange new place?
"Charlotte and I were heading to my house," he said. It would be enough for the other people to go off of; if more information was needed, they would supply it. "My name is Brian, by the way."
"I am Mikael. I was just out for a walk, took a turn, and found myself here," he answers.
((He pronounces his name Mike-ay-el, not like Michael))
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Was he being intentionally vague, or was he speaking the truth? Either could have been correct. He had encountered many forms of magic before, and he would be a fool not to expect that it might be at play here. He looked at the other people in the tavern. Would they have similar stories?
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Alexander nodded and slid his soup away from him. "I was on a business trip," he answered shortly, avoiding eye contact. "Then the weather turned sour. Any chance I could stay the night?"
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"We'd like to stay as well," Charlotte added, looking at Herobrine. He looked incredibly intimidating at the moment with his sunglasses and expressionless look on his face, but the times that they had spent together had taught her well. He was, undoubtedly, absolutely terrified.
He fished into his pocket. After a moment of digging, he withdrew a polished diamond. He slide it over to the barkeeper. "This should pay for it," he said, his voice monotone. His hand was shaking at his side as he looked at the woman in question.
She smiles and takes it. "That's 'nuff fer all of ya, stay as long as ya like."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
“I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.” — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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