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Luke (lukestgeorge) wrote in spinningcompass,

Luke appreciated Merry's enthusiasm about the stout. "The house brew, if you don't mind." Drinking amongst locals was the best way to get the feel of them, he found.

He nodded at Merry's question, trying once again to puzzle out how he had woken up on an island. He remembered arguing with Skye, a fellow arms dealer and rebel, about her tactics against the Whisperers and the battles she was raging through the subway system of the city --

He shook his head. They had finished yelling at each other, and he'd had two very quick glasses of whiskey, and gone to bed. And now here he was.

"It certainly is a beautiful enough place, I'll give it that. I haven't had a lot of chance to explore yet, but that's next on my list." He shook his head again. "Suppose I should introduce myself around, as it may take some time to find a way back home. Which is in America, in a city in the Underground."

He frowned a little. He wasn't certain, but he had a feeling that Merry came from someplace very different than that. "To be honest, I'm not even sure I'd like to go home. And where are you from, Master Brandybuck?"