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[equal_of_any_man]

Olivier comes into the bar looking... well, stunned.

Pleased. But stunned.

He sits down at the bar, staring down at his hands. The bar seems to understand, offering him a plate of baklava and a pot of apple tea. Comfort food.

It’s been a long time since he was here last but that couldn’t be further from his mind right now.

There is far more baklava than he needs, and plenty to share.

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[scourgeofpiracy]

James is sitting by the fire in his shirtsleeves - a serviceable but not particularly fine shirt - enjoying a drink and a pipe while he makes the most of his leisure time.