[Rincewind startles at once when he catches sight of Six, who even among those in various costumes manages to stand out as someone different. The odd thing is, he also stands out as someone... familiar, prompting the wizard to look him over a little longer than would otherwise be appropriate. Foggy, vague memories surface like flotsam from a shipwreck. There's no way to piece them together fully, but there's enough to at least keep him from running. Even on the best days the wizard generally finds fleeing more sensible than curiosity, and his business over the past week has only served to make him cagier.
Rincewind waits, awkward and wary, until the last fan goes. He's not sure if he should approach this person himself, or even how to. The Luggage, predictably, has less indecision. It swaggers through the lines of cheap metal chairs, pushing them out of the way with its bulk to inspect the cat man for itself.]
Erm. ...We've spoken, haven't we? [Rincewind finally attempts, his eyes briefly on his traveling case before they flicker back up to the grey figure.] Sorry, I don't remember your name.
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Rincewind waits, awkward and wary, until the last fan goes. He's not sure if he should approach this person himself, or even how to. The Luggage, predictably, has less indecision. It swaggers through the lines of cheap metal chairs, pushing them out of the way with its bulk to inspect the cat man for itself.]
Erm. ...We've spoken, haven't we? [Rincewind finally attempts, his eyes briefly on his traveling case before they flicker back up to the grey figure.] Sorry, I don't remember your name.