[Time has taught him to tell when an argument is brewing. Thoughts focus on grievances - of being ignored and cast aside - even as feet carry him towards the hut. He looks for Hendrik within the shack. Eyes glance around the wooden tables and reed walls, towards faces unfamiliar and familiar, at groups of their peers sat around in groups. Talking and enjoying each other's company.
Some notice him and wave him over. His frown becomes annoyed like his friend as he tries to figure out why they want his company. Should they want to boast about association? Maybe he will head over once he's checked the bar - there is certainly nowhere else to sit.
He heads towards his friend, finding peace in his company.]
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Some notice him and wave him over. His frown becomes annoyed like his friend as he tries to figure out why they want his company. Should they want to boast about association? Maybe he will head over once he's checked the bar - there is certainly nowhere else to sit.
He heads towards his friend, finding peace in his company.]
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