Pyr/Merri | Outside Fafnir Hall | Theatre District | 5:00 PM
"I'm fine," Merri insisted as he stepped aside from one of the last customers leaving the box office. The usher came and locked the door behind them; it looked as though they were preparing for that evening's performance of Old Posie's Book of Practical Cats. "Really, I am! And I'm glad you are too!"
In spite of this, he could feel the bruise forming from where the handle had jammed into his side, but there was no need to worry the boy over something that was Merri's own fault. Then Merri looked closer at the boy and realized that he, too, knew him. "And you're Peony's brother!" He was too embarrassed to ask if he was Pyr or Sky; Merri had had difficulty telling the two apart then and he certainly was no better at it now. Still, he couldn't help but to grin. "What are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you! And how have you been?"
Now that he thought about it, if he was in the Theatre District, maybe he was Sky, the one in the Bard's Guild. It still made little sense though; didn't he work at the docks? Unless -- and judging by the bag he carried, it was possible -- he was running an errand of some sort.