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[toujoursdroit]

Incoming messages and correspondence for Romain, Duke of Coucy

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[rowancrowned]

Bonsoir, monsieur le Duc.

We have not spoken in some time. I would amend that.

[toujoursdroit]

I trust your position keeps you occupied. I have been reasonably busy myself, but I am happy to make a bit of time.

["Happy" is possibly relative, but it's also fair that he wouldn't offer if he didn't want to. (At least not without pressure from the provost's wife.)]

Would a meal be convenient? Or would you prefer something more businesslike.

[rowancrowned]

It would be. There is no reason for us to lay aside civility.

[toujoursdroit]

A vanishingly rare opinion in Riftwatch, I find. But well enough. Permit me to host you, two evenings hence?

[rowancrowned]

You are too kind, to spare yourself from the ministrations of the Gallows cook, and free me briefly from the same. Yes, that evening will suit.

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[toujoursdroit]

As promised, Romain has had a dinner prepared for them, ensuring that the townhouse is free of curious grandchildren or other visitors. The spread is not lavish by the duke's standards, though certainly rich fare compared to what is on offer in the Gallows. The coffee and tea shortage seems to have reached even Hightown, or Romain isn't willing to pull enough strings to circumvent it, but there is proper dessert and spiced wine on offer.

He's cordial, a hair on the warm side of neutral, but he lets Thranduil come to the point in his own way and his own time. Romain is not a man that often gives the impression of being in any way rushed.