Miguel Sephardi waved over one of the porters nearby, whispering in his ear quickly. The man scurried off toward the open doors that led to the kitchen.
"Wine and some appetizers should be here shortly, your Eminence. I am sure they will meet your high standards." Sephardi said. He reached for a silver pitcher on the table. He poured himself a glass of water, and then one for his guest. "Getting to your question, or questions, I have little personal interest in your Church, nor do I have much personal interest in you, your Eminence, no offense intended, but my own personal interests are much more.... tribal. My own interests reside more in why you are here, and how that effects the Corsair nation as a whole, and my Brotherhood in specific. I worry for my family, and what having your family here does to effect them. I worry about who your enemies are, and if they will become my enemies too. I wonder if I am going to have to advise the Council to send young Corsair boys to die fighting your enemies. We Corsairs have more enemies than we know what to do with, I worry that you will bring with you more." The old man said with a flat, disinterested tone.
The porter then returned with a decanter of wine and a platter of cured meats and vegetables. He poured each man a glass, placed the decanter on the table and quickly walked away. Sephardi took his own glass, taking a sip, he swallowed and placed the glass back on the table. He then took a few pieces of the cured meat, and popped it in his mouth, quickly chewing it and swallowing.
"Delicious, I am sure you will enjoy it." He began again. "So, what I want to know is, why are you here, and what are your plans, and what part do my people play in this whole move...your Eminence?"
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