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"Look at you, all puffed up, you louts" — my lord assessed disapprovingly, but without irritation.
Without slowing his pace, grasping the situation in a couple of moments, he sharply turns 180 degrees — but with enough agility that his squire neither collides with him nor loses balance — and snaps his fingers with a ring:
- Not forgotten!.. Right! Dash off to fetch the package while it's still open there, I nearly forgot about it. Go on, lad — and in the same whisper-private manner, unheard by any extra ear, he relays the next piece of information a second later. - Under the arch around the corner there's an inconspicuous spot; from it the entrance is in view. If I don't return within a reasonable time, let our people know, then fall back to the estate. Quietly, confidently, and without risk, as I taught you.Giving the lad a boost with a pat on the shoulder, he finishes his path to the bar counter, drawing level with the characters.
- The crowd here can be the most motley sort, and yet such words are rarely heard at the doorstep, - grinning, Vargas nods to the bartender. - Something cold, - he returns his gaze to the avatars.
Giving a brief, approving nod to the stylish masculine bows, he leans on the counter as is his habit:
- Generally speaking, my schedule calls for a glass of Borjomi in the middle of such a busy day, and then off I run, - a light and effortless smile, like a spring breeze, drifts toward the third. - But the metaphor sounds intriguing. Whom do I have the honor of addressing?
- Yes, sir, - the squire blurted out and ran off in delight. If he could just bum a cigarette off someone, the day could be called a success.
- My colors are deep and dark, yet they honor me as the Pastel Inspirer. - With her monotone facial expressions and inexpressive body language, the blue-haired interlocutor resembled a life-sized doll, but her words carried no artificiality. - This is Captain Falias, - she indicates the big man with a glance, - he kindly agreed to provide protection from the sea's elements, and this is Mistophos — he's needed so that I don't get lost.
- When you put it that way, it doesn't sound very impressive. I'm also "needed" to keep those simpletons from having their minds blown when they covet your attractive appearance. Perhaps we should outline the details of our mission?
- Is it necessary? The gentleman didn't ask about it, and sometimes it's more interesting to dive into a matter knowing nothing about it, wouldn't you say?