Merri/Ophion - noon
Ophion answered in a grunt. "No." A foolish question, in his opinion, by any means. Most people were content to believe that Ophion Barnard did not enjoy himself. He was not a man given to entertainment; and the few people who understood him knew better than to ask.
"Didn't mean to be caught in the mess." His eyes flitted up and down the other mage, to the bustling drunkards that surrounded them, and back to Merri, eyebrow raised.