- Zakhar, pour me a drink from my travel flask, for good luck. You know, the one with the intricate design. And let's get going. Where are our companions?
Valdemar grumbles, frowns, and shakes his finger, but his eyes are kind and cheerful. When he bought Louise, he clearly looked at her impressive bust and pretty face, and he still keeps her around because of her sharp character and sharp tongue. The nobleman is amused by her spitefulness, and he enjoys her bold, yet powerless, words. What pleasure is there in ruling over the speechless?
-- Oh, finally! I was about to leave without you. Raphael, I support you! Well, to our reunion!
With these words, Valdemar uncorked his flask, clinked glasses with everyone who wanted to, and took a large gulp.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers