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Orym had thought he'd gotten used to having weird things happening around him. Between the Crown Keepers and Bells Hells, he was getting good with smoothly adjusting to new situations and moving through them easily. The Nexus though throws the normally unflappable halfing for a loop and he looks around him trying to take everything in.

He's three feet tall and a bit with short brown hair that runs to the spiky side. His clothing is very earthy in greens and browns and on his back is a circular shield and a short sword. The only odd thing on his person is a blue rose that appears, on closer inspection to be snapping with electrical energy.

Orym wanders for a bit before finding what looked like a tavern to him. With an ease that spoke of many years of dealing with buildings that are meant for people bigger than he was, he walks in scrambles onto a stool and orders a drink sipping it for a few moments before the question pops out of his mouth.

"If you lost someone you loved and then had the chance to love again...would you take the chance or would you let it go." He is gently touching the rose on his belt as he says this looking sad.

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"I lost my Par'Mach'kai to a cowardly Cardassian. She was my wife yet I still believe a man can love even after losing their mate. I know in my heart that she journeyed to Sto-vo-korr. The Klingon afterlife."

Worf looked down at the young creature asking him the question. A huge Klingon at 6'4" must seem imposing to a halfling. Yet, the warrior was no stranger to meeting different races having served in Starfleet for many years now. He was on leave from DS9 and was making the most of it.

"You have lost someone you once loved?"

The drow hums in thought, twirling a silvery white strand of hair around their finger. They are actually trying out some safe looking food from the pub. They hazarded a guess that it's some kind of potato?

They aren't too tall themselves, though 5'5' is still doing well for a dark elf. Still, out of habit, they lean on the bar, bringing themselves closer in height to Orym.

"It's hard to really say myself. I have many, many years left to live if I manage it. Eighty is still rather young for elves of any stripe. So take my thoughts as that from a still naïve child if you wish. One who hasn't gotten very far past crushing on those who are nice enough to them."

That disclaimer out of the way...

"Yes. I would take a chance on it. If only to see the shape it takes. I would do it. I would probably still agonize over it and pull my hair but in the end, as I am now, I'd want to take that chance."

An artist who had been sitting nearby quietly, takes a moment to reflect on Orym's question. Before he sets his canvas aside, and stands up to walk forward.

Hunter is 6 foot tall. And he is completely bald (no eyebrows or anything). He has these twisting thorn tattoos that cover any exposed skin on his arms, and his face. He has a large silver tree piercing that starts on the bridge of his nose, and covers a good portion of his forehead.

"I took the chance." He replies to the question. Nodding to the bartender to bring over another drink for both of them.

"And I am glad I did. I can not imagine my life without the man I am with now."

"And it didn't replace or remove the memories of the lover I had before. It is different. Unique. Poetry."

Molly was plunked at the bar himself, perking slightly at the question because god damn but did that sound like a story to be had there. But the gentle sort of tone it was asked with tempered his initial idea of being a little shit about it, and Orym would be treated to the rare sight, not that he realizes it, of Mollymauk Tealeaf actually thinking before he speaks.

"I think I would," He began, with a faint shrug. "Think of it this way- if it was you that was gone and your love was still alive, would you rather they pine away the rest of their lives alone, or would you rather they find love and joy? I bet your darling dearest would be pleased you found a chance at happiness again."