Dionysus Conell is in the cafeteria, buying Rumarty a drink... from a distance

• Avery approaches. "Congratulations."

Dionysus "And to you," he smiles, then grimaces, "Let's move away from the smell."

• Avery chuckles softly and nods. "...It's good to see you."

Dionysus He says, "Can I get you a drink?"

Avery "I usually take water or tea these days, but sure."

Dionysus He orders tea and has scotch himself.

Dionysus "Monir is going to go for your throat."

• Avery glances up from his cup. "...I'm not surprised. He has a particular loathing for me."

Dionysus Conell sighs, "I go up against the castrato, though. That will be a tough one. I got off easy this round."

• Avery nods. "Good luck."

Dionysus "You, too," he smiles.

• Avery returns the smile, raising his cup in a toast before taking another drink. "...I wanted to ask you something, actually..."

Dionysus He toasts back, "Yes?"

• Avery hesitates a moment, thinking of how to phrase it. "...The last time I saw you, you had two swords. Do you still?"

Dionysus He nods, looking at you.

• Avery decides on the direct approach. "...One of them belongs to Prince of Wealth, doesn't it?"

Dionysus He considers, "I took it from him when he tried to kill me. 'Belonging' is... transitory, though I will concede it did belong to him before then."

• Avery nods. "Is there any way you'd give it to me?"

Dionysus He pauses, then slowly considers, "Would you promise me an unnamed favor, no caveats attached?"

• Avery swirls the tea in his cup, almost pensive as he considers, then finally looks up and nods. "...Alright."

Dionysus "Done, then. It will be in your room tonight."

• Avery smiles. "Thank you."

Dionysus He smiles, "Thank you, son."

• Avery reaches over to take his free hand and squeezes it slightly.

Dionysus He squeezes back.

• Avery spends a companionable while with him after that ebfore heading up to the conversation going on in the main chat.

Dionysus Right. After the main chat, you find the sword, worth fortunes, in your room

• Avery admires it, then takes it and goes to knock on Diamond's door.

Dionysus Diamond answers.

Avery "I think you lost something..." he holds the sword up, smiling.

Dionysus He looks at it, then smiles, "Well done, my lad. Well done."

Dionysus He takes it and belts it on.

• Avery grins, trying not to look too pleased with himself. "You mentioned wanting it back, so..."

Dionysus He claps you on the back, "Well done! Come in, have a bit of scotch with me!"

• Avery chuckles. "I don't usually drink..." but he goes in regardless.

Dionysus He pours you a glass regardless.

• Avery sips on it, probably coughing a bit at the first swallow.

Dionysus He relaxes and talks of jewels he once knew

• Avery listens interestedly, occasionally asking questions.

Dionysus He talks of them like others talk of women