Emlentons Casino & Bar. Everyone is welcome!

[Lord.MacRae]

*Lord MacRae entering the Emlentons Casino & Bar after a 2 hours flight in his luxury Renzu Liner. Pleasant anticipation visible in his face. Noone sitting at the slot machines, noone sitting at the bar. Only persons in the casino and bar are some strange looking guys playing Backgammon and some nice looking girls running around, waitress maybe.*
MacRae: "Mylady, may I have an Earl Grey tea perhaps? Hot, with some milk and a little spoon of honey. Where and where can I meet some Universal Shipping employees to talk about delivery and transport contracts?"

*The girl chuckling, fluttering her eyelashes*
Girl: "Hey boy, who da hell is Earl Grey? Wanna have a tasty Liberty Ale? Hi hi hi. Havn'd seen that USI managers yet tod'ay."

*The Lord surprised about the harsh diction but still amused as the young girl seems to speak a Libertonian slang of the young*
MacRae: "Well mylady, a Liberty Ale then, ice cold please, thank you very much. I am going to that Backgammon players over there. If you can arrange a Universal Shipping manager to contact me soon?"

*The girl turning around, heading to the bar*
Girl: "Okay darling! Hi hi hi."

*MacRae slowly walking towards the players*
MacRae: "Good day Sirs, I did not know that anyone still plays that ancient game. May I perhaps join, I hope I am lucky today."

*Lord MacRae sitting down, the onlookers crowding behind him, his opponent with an overbearing facial expression and a little smile*
MacRae: "I did not play Backgammon for a very long time sir, I hope I still remeber the rules. What is the minimal stake? I hope 1 million credist are appropriate for this high society facility?"

*The opponent not reacting for some seconds, it seems he did not expect to gamble about such an impressive amount of credits*
MacRae: "Sir, may I ask what your stack will be? Also 1 million cash or perhaps your space ship?*

*The Lord laughing out loud.*
MacRae: "Sir, just a joke. I forgot my habbits for a second I am sorry.*

*The oponent making a hand sign towards one of the watchers who then brings a wooden jewel case. Taking out some golden thing, handing it over to the Lord.*
MacRae: "Well Sir, it seems we have a deal. I have no idea what that ... egg ... is, but it is made of authentic gold and I believe it is worth more than my credits."

*MacRae a little skeptical if these people around him play fair and thinking about what business Universal Shipping is running here. Kind of confused that still no manger or his Liberty Ale are coming.*
MacRae: "So mister, let's play!"

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