[Fenris turns to go back into his room, ableit with the slug and the wine, content to leave it at that. Still, he pauses, looking over his shoulder at Adalwolfe. ]
Until next time, then.
[He doesn't offer any suggestion when 'next time' will be, nor does he say with with anything but his usual dour expression, but it's a shimmer of something. The tiniest slivers of hope. He heads back inside and closes the door. Bye Wolfe, byyye. ]
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[Fenris turns to go back into his room, ableit with the slug and the wine, content to leave it at that. Still, he pauses, looking over his shoulder at Adalwolfe. ]
Until next time, then.
[He doesn't offer any suggestion when 'next time' will be, nor does he say with with anything but his usual dour expression, but it's a shimmer of something. The tiniest slivers of hope. He heads back inside and closes the door. Bye Wolfe, byyye. ]