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</div>Leger DeMain scowled.  The tall, dark haired and bearded forty-two year old man stood under the eaves of Sonja's Tavern, trying to stay warm in his old cloak.  He could have gone inside on his own, but he waited for his 'daughter' and 'assistant'.  If she came in on her own, it would diminish the notion that they were family, which was a helpful and friendly illusion.  Never mind that she could handle herself in most any situation, but Leger enjoyed this odd 'fatherhood' between them and he felt a little more 'manly' at the times he'd insert himself between her and potential trouble.<br/><br/>Where was she and what was she doing?<br/><br/>DeMain decided to run over the list of significant words in the mentalist portion of their act, in his head, while he waited....<br/><div style="text-align: right">​</div>(<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="@Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">@Purplefairydust</a>)