As it so happens, I have seen him in passing. A glimpse in the mirror, behind the face terribly lined and marred by the eternal march of time. An uncertain waver in a metallic reflection on the stairs.
Sen is, I believe, haunting your bar.
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Quite literally, as a matter of fact. I've found a lovely seclusion here at your barmaid's feet. (Is 'Andi' short for Andretti? I hope so. Or Andromeda!) (I asked and she threw an ice cube at me.)
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Sen is, I believe, haunting your bar.
[...]
Quite literally, as a matter of fact. I've found a lovely seclusion here at your barmaid's feet. (Is 'Andi' short for Andretti? I hope so. Or Andromeda!) (I asked and she threw an ice cube at me.)
In any case. If Sen is in such high demand -
We could hold a séance (a Senance?) and summon him forth.