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Barder whistled at the amount of money Jas was laying on the counter, and quickly snatched it up, as if he were afraid the pine ledge would eat it. He then filled a mug to the brim with ale from one of the wooden kegs behind the bar. He lay the mug on the bar and looked around his inn. Locke was playing cards, as usual, emptying the pockets of anybody idiot enought to face him. Lynae, she'd already run off to Gods knew where. The door creaked open and his attention snapped to the side. In walked Arrakis Ravenwood.
Arrakis sighed as he entered the inn, taking a deep breath, then looking around for his sister. His brow raised as he saw the group, coming to his own conclusions. He traced his thumb across the scar over his right eye once, then paced over to the couch. He cleared his throat and prepared a confused smile. "Hey there little one."
Chani looked up at her brother, becoming slightly more confident with his presence. Nestled close to Deiter, she inquired to Arrakis. "Did Larry make it up there all right?"
Arrakis nodded, unclamping a distasteful jaw. "Yeah. He found it fine." His deep blue eyes traced to Mistral and he took a painfully stiff step backward. The scythe on his collarbone began to burn a hole through his shirt. He hissed near inaudibly, then shook his head and turned back to his sister. The glow faded. "So Chani..." He tried to lighten the mood. "This that obnoxiously wonderful guy you were talking about?"
She nodded bashfully, her cheeks blushing faint crimson. She hid her head in Deiter's shoulder, avoiding Arrakis' taunting gaze.
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