Etien was waiting in the club for the Sirian guests, wearing one of the casual suits he was so fond of. The cardamine mask on his face was attracting glances from the nearby brigands, as it always did, but he ignored them. Today was much too important to let the curiosities of others faze him.
He took a sip of his wine, swilling it around his mouth to savour the taste before swallowing. He'd procured a supply of wines from 600A.G.S. The collector of those wines hadn't been happy, but that wasn't important. Wine was there to be drunk, not stared at.
Etien took another look at the entrance to the club."They should be here by now,"he muttered to himself. Patience was key here, Enzo was probably taking his time to show them the system. There were probably women coming. Everyone acted like a fool around women.
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