Aube entered the bar, energetic and excited. A quick browse of the bar reveals the standard shenanigans of Stokes taking place. A homely feeling takes over him as he casually approaches the bar.
"Bonjour, Bartender, I'll take the usual!" Within moments, a glass of fine Gallic Wine is handed to him. 'Fine' being the best type of liquid slop that they can get on the battlefront. He takes a moment to observes the mellow red drink before taking a sip.
"Uh, Aube, monsieur, I think that's the man you're looking for." The bartender says as he points towards the table with the innocent, scrawny man, all by his lonesome. Aube became startled, spitting his drink back into his glass and he began digging through his bag looking for his folder of assorted documents. He makes his hurried way to the table, throwing down the papers first, then taking a seat. After arranging his wide range of pencils, pens and metronome, Aube took another sip of his wine, then proceeded to speak.
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