Merlin did like to be a hands-on owner-operator of his little comedy club. The place was his project, without Thalia around to help out, and he liked to make sure it kept on ticking like clockwork.
Of course, being that immortal beings frequented the place, there could be age-old grudges and feuds that erupted by chance, and someone had to make sure the fixtures weren't destroyed. So he also kept a close eye in who came in and out, especially those tingles when a new immortal entered.
Marian had been a friend, perhaps more of a colleague in their particular circles. Friendly, anyway. She wasn't his usual dark femme fatale type, being more of an Autumn woman, but she was feisty and didn't take shit, which he always appreciated in a woman. So of course he was looking out for her, and wasn't surprised to see her as she came in and headed straight to the bar.
"Marian," he said cheerfully, holding his hands out in greeting as he approached. He was wearing a royal blue brocade three piece suit tonight, and he stopped to admire Marian's sartorial choices. "I love that colour on you. How are you, my dear?"