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[seth]

Quin, in doing one of his favourite hobbies, had popped into a pub that Thursday evening for a drink or two and some people-watching. He found that pubs were often the best places to sit back and watch what other people were doing, usually people didn't pay him any mind, and he could afford drinks as the barkeeps started getting annoyed, so it was a fairly easy thing to do. Quin got himself a mead from the bar and situated himself at the back booth, content. It wasn't long, however, until a giggling fangirl came up to him and asked for his autograph, blushing furiously as she did so.

Quin signed her piece of scratch parchment without complaint, but would have preferred she had left him alone. The young woman giggled again, and looked as if she might swoon when he offered her a small smile, before dashing off to her group of friends. Quin frowned, he didn't like being so much in the public eye. He looked up when he heard the sound of footsteps, hopefully it wasn't one of the fangirl's friends...