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"Fucking? Hah! I wouldn't dream of it... I think." Said Kekonnen, trailing off. There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Kekonnen started drinking his wine. "Get lost, lady, we have important business to discuss, and I've tipped you enough", he hissed at the barkeep, flustered. "Besides, who serves Pinot out of a champagne flute?"

He took out a tablet and opened an interactive topographic map of the surrounding area, and described the mission and all of it's involved dangers. Everything from the temperatures, to past mission reports (they all resulted in failure), to even the wind advisory in effect. No detail was spared. However, from the rim of his wine glass, he saw Vrisz, and couldn't tell if she was paying attention to the graphic or to him. Either works perfect, he thought to himself.

He couldn't believe himself: he was drunk enough, after only 2 ales and half a glass of wine, to have such unprofessional thoughts.

He wrapped up after half an hour of briefing, and said, "We leave for New Canton immediately. I suggest you doggy-bag any leftovers, and we'll hit the road." He twirled the keys of his snowmobile in his claws, and left, leaving behind 2 silver coins as payment for the barkeep.

"You coming or not?"