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The sound of an old friend brought a jolly grin to the Marquis's rather rosy face. He'd declined the first few drinks offered but eventually relented and sipped a few glasses of rum. Then a few more, and maybe one or two after that. "AGNES, " he boomed across the room, dropping a few Wead into the tip jar and ordering a pair Al Albiadan's best lagers for him and his friend before moving his considerable girth across the room and into the tight chair. "My friend, you must have much to talk about, it's been far too long since our last visit. " He drained the last bit left in his mug and dropped it to the table.

" You seem troubled my lad, and I expect that none of us are here simply to drink and be merry. " The marquis said, his jolly face straightening up. " So, what's the trouble? "