(]o[) Raluca's Arcadia - The Freeport XV Bar. (AO)

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"Always. There is no other drink worth having. Of course, His Lordship over there will say different." Coen took a large swig of his glass. "But no doubt he brought you beer, and will end up finishing most of it himself."

Coen took a large sip while he watched Keek try to hang up a poster on one of the walls. It did not really belong with the decor, but Lord Bo could get away with just about anything. And to be frank, Coen admired both his character and skills.

Keek stumbled over and tried to sit in the seat across from Coen, asking him a blurry question which involved the words Kusari, fine, holiday, and Connors. Coen's ears pricked up. "If you are talking about what I think you are talking about, then I need to procure the funds from you, Dwanian, Mannock, and Mr LaCroix. When that is done, I will be able to sort it out. But I better contact them to make sure they do not think I am ignoring them."

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