[Rincewnd has definitely noticed an uptick in recognition since FanPort. Less people assume he's some strange man with poor taste in Ren Faire costuming, for example, and tonight when he arrives a little early a man even buys him his first drink. Rincewind's not much for vodka martinis, but he's even less for turning down free alcohol, so such is what Chilton will find him nursing at the marble bartop. It's a nice place; the wizard stands out.
So does the Luggage, nestled innocently at his feet.]
Well... [he says by way of greeting, eyes flicking over briefly to his psychiatrist] ...you were right he didn't want to kill me.
Is the bar all right, or would you prefer a booth?
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So does the Luggage, nestled innocently at his feet.]
Well... [he says by way of greeting, eyes flicking over briefly to his psychiatrist] ...you were right he didn't want to kill me.
Is the bar all right, or would you prefer a booth?