Two-One happily listened to Alexander address the robed man, even if the way the fog swirled about the floor continued to nag away at him. The robed man was a Father - which could be a religious title, or that he had offspring, or both. There were Thrulls, weird things made out of dead flesh, around here. That was something to watch out for. They served food here. There's something called an Orzhov. They make contracts. It was difficult to form an opinion on all these things, but Two-One prided himself on having an opinion, especially such that one day he might be able to disagree with somebody else about the things he had opinions on.

 He was in the middle of trying to figure out [i]what[/i] his stance on an Orzhov was when the bartender turned his attention towards him, interrupting his train of thought. The demand to not have a hood seemed reasonable enough, his explanation of the circumstances sounded believable, and as for the promise of accepting [i]all manner[/i] of beings? It'd be bad for business to turn away customers, so from a business point of view, that stood to reason. He cast one quick, final glance towards the door, plotting out what might be his best escape route if required, then reached up to pull down his hood.

 The Alloy Myr had seen better days. A slight patina of rust was beginning to form around the tip of his beak-like head. Two of the lights were cracked, and glowing far more dimly than the others. Two-One turned his head to one side, blankly regarding Alexander. There were emotions going on inside that dented and dull head of his, but Two-One had few ways to express them non-verbally.

 "[color=fff79a]I can explain,[/color]" he began, keeping his hands held up, "[color=fff79a]I saw the name, I think it is called [i]homesickness[/i], th-[/color]"

 His explanation was cut rather short by the arrival of Aspasia. Sat here, with the hood pulled back, Two-One initially felt quite exposed, but it soon became very apparent that the lady was busy ranting about something involving wolves and weasels and wurms. Wurms. Two-One had an opinion on wurms. He had been chewed on by them before.

 "[color=fff79a]-I do not like wurms. They have too many teeth and too few limbs.[/color]"

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