[Rem]

Rem was just about to tell Vox how much she owed for the soup when the commotion outside the front door caught his attention. He looked up, frowning at the figures seen through the blurred glass of the heavy front doors. They seemed to be arguing.

He didn't follow Vox as she ran immediately to help, instead shooting Michael a look. "Wotch th' bar fehr me, mate," he growled and picked up a long cloth-wrapped item under the bar, heading outside.

"Ho!" he said to the three as he stepped onto the stone entrance, shutting the door. "Wot's goin' on out 'ere?"

He grinned at the gentleman then, grabbing a cup himself and moved to take a seat near Michael, pouring himself a cup of black gold and adding a sinful amount of cream and sugar. "Mikey it is then...Michael is much too formal fehr this place, t'be sure." He leaned back and blew gently on the coffee, watching the steam trail lazily in the air. "An' wot brings yeh out on such a dismal night [[or day whatever it is xD]] as this, mate?" He motioned towards Espy, indicating she could partake of the coffee as well, if she liked.

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