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Blackreef's Tavern shows no sign of growing quieter as the night deepens and the first traces of storm winds dance over the roof. Claude du Tourbillon follows after Barrington and Katarina as the negotiation party returns smelling of cigar smoke. Standing over the oblong table, du Tourbillon taps a glass with the back of a fork, uncorking the bottle of calvados which he is surprised to find already opened. He mutters under his breath, "Si la France avait nains nous serions à court de distilleries!" Passing the bottle to Badouin, who begins to pour glasses of the amber apple-pear brandy, du Tourbillon taps the glass one more time to get everyone's attention.
"We've come to an accord, thanks to your Madame du Corazon and Messieur Barrington." He gesture to the two of them, clearly a man for ritual, pomp, and circumstance. Taking up one of the glasses, he raises it to the center of the table. "I propose a toast to our joint venture. To wind at your backs and fortune ahead. Santé."
Badouin bobs his head slightly from side to side, agreeing emphatically in his thick Tamil accent, "Let's find some God-damned treasure!"
"We've come to an accord, thanks to your Madame du Corazon and Messieur Barrington." He gesture to the two of them, clearly a man for ritual, pomp, and circumstance. Taking up one of the glasses, he raises it to the center of the table. "I propose a toast to our joint venture. To wind at your backs and fortune ahead. Santé."
Badouin bobs his head slightly from side to side, agreeing emphatically in his thick Tamil accent, "Let's find some God-damned treasure!"
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