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Urquhart of Monadhliath
Whiskey bottle in hand, Urquhart opens the door to his room. The braziers are lit, and the divan is inviting.

He turns to David. "I have no blackboard, but I can provide paper for schematic drawing and notes, if you want to?" he grins.
Urquhart of Monadhliath
17 December 2011 @ 10:26 pm
Urquhart's rooms smells of spices and smoke when he opens the door. There is a fire in the brazier, and a tray of small spicy pastries by the divan, exuding a scent of cardamom and cinnamon and aniseed and cloves.

It's already dark outside, and Franz the dog contentedly goes to lie in his corner and dream of hunting demon bunnies, his feet moving as he sleeps, sometimes.

Urquhart puts down the jug of mulled cider and the mugs he brought, nudges the door shut, and turns to look into Moist's eyes with all sorts of lewd promises.
Urquhart of Monadhliath
31 October 2011 @ 09:41 pm
Urquhart walks in with Moist, carrying a bottle, and laughing.

Moist is in a big, aristocratic Überwaldean coat, and Urquhart is still wearing his wolf mask on the back of his head. Franz the dog is following them, and makes straight for his corner by the fire, which some unseen serving spirit has already lit.

Urquhart kicks shut the door. "What would you like now?"
Urquhart of Monadhliath
16 September 2011 @ 01:28 am
[[From here]]

Urquhart's room is as sumptuous and oriental as ever, perhaps even more pleasant as somebody seems to have opened the windows to the balmy evening air, and the pleasant scents of the late summer gardens are drifting in.

Franz the dog is ambling to his place, lying down in a warm and cosy corner, on a shaggy rug that's just for him.

"Wine?" Urquhart offers to the Fool and Moist, turning around after leading them in, his yet-unadorned hair swinging with his movement.
Urquhart of Monadhliath
Urquhart has a bag of fresh food dangling from his wrist, and his other arm thrown around Moist.

He unlocks the door. His room looks very inviting, tidy, and comfortable.

"Cooking first, or sex first?"
Urquhart of Monadhliath
10 July 2011 @ 02:33 am
Urquhart's room is medieval, of course; and it's oriental.

There are tiles and silk in deep, luxurious colours, turquoise patterns and deep ultramarine lines, large copper dishes and a pool along the dainty latticed windows, and a rug-covered divan in a corner.

There are even potted plants.

Urquhart has spent years in the orient, and it shows in what the bar thinks he would feel at home in.

Urquhart lights a brazier, more for light than warmth, and smiles at Posner as he does so.
Urquhart of Monadhliath
Urquhart is sitting in the main room of the inn, sipping his first cup of coffee of the day. Things seem to be going well; the maids and grooms pass him and simper, or grin, and the cook has been by and asked him about breakfast.

It will be served when 'his young friend' comes down. Urquhart is ready to say something funny and outrageous when Moist appears, for the edification and amusement of all present.-
Urquhart of Monadhliath
14 April 2011 @ 09:07 pm
Urquhart lounges by the door to the inn, sipping a last cup of tea while waiting for 'Mr. Astaire' to turn up so he could follow him to the funeral.

He's got no idea what a funeral on the Disc would be like, what with polytheism and very real gods. So, after a pleasant and relaxing night (and brief jump from window to window, back and forth), now is probably the right time for business.
Urquhart of Monadhliath
06 March 2011 @ 01:13 am
Urquhart's room looks just the same as always, tiles and silk, opulence and comfort, as the door opens for Urquhart and Moist.

Only Urquhart doesn't.
Urquhart of Monadhliath
12 February 2011 @ 03:17 am
Urquhart wanders in, followed by Moist.

He feels stupid, and is going to apologise to Moist for putting him on the spot so.

That's not what he signed up for, after all.-

Urquhart lights only one brazier, then sits on his divan, still very quiet.