[With a brief expression of gratitude, van Zieks closes his journal and gets on with his day, looking forward to their next meeting.
When Dohalim greets him at that time, however, he knows it's just politeness. Even Barok isn't unaware that there are certain aspects of gloominess and exhaustion extensive grooming can't hide, though perhaps a brief return to paleness after he'd gained some color from working in his vineyards isn't so alarming. Regardless, he responds with sincerity, and a bow:]
As do you, Mr. il Qaras. You have my gratitude for coming. Might I offer you a cup of tea?
[He doesn't typically serve tea at the bar—it's for employees only, though maybe that should change—but Dohalim is a guest, and... perhaps a friend, as he suggests.]
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When Dohalim greets him at that time, however, he knows it's just politeness. Even Barok isn't unaware that there are certain aspects of gloominess and exhaustion extensive grooming can't hide, though perhaps a brief return to paleness after he'd gained some color from working in his vineyards isn't so alarming. Regardless, he responds with sincerity, and a bow:]
As do you, Mr. il Qaras. You have my gratitude for coming. Might I offer you a cup of tea?
[He doesn't typically serve tea at the bar—it's for employees only, though maybe that should change—but Dohalim is a guest, and... perhaps a friend, as he suggests.]